I wanna lay all day with you and look into your hazel eyes.
I want to caress your smooth  hair.
I want to touch your soul.
I want to make you feel complete.
I want to intertwine with you existance.
italic Let me in your life, let us become history.

It is funny how certain things can trigger thousands of emotions. How a bottle of alcohol can lead to sharing  various ideas that  one is afraid to share when one is on a decent state of mind. How is it possible for a soul to let thoughts build up to the point that one ends up bursting  when drops of a toxic liquid is poured into a troubled temple. Why do our minds get tricked into pouring out all those sentiments that we all are terrified of sharing ?