I shouldn’t be writing to you. I promised myself, I promised myself I wouldn’t put words to paper. I promised myself that I wouldn’t translate this feeling in my chest into something that makes sense.
I blame you.
You are just too much. Everyone warned me not to get to close. Because, you are like a rose. Thorny and twisted but oh so beautiful. You are so beautiful. How did I think I could ever stand a chance? You shine like the brightest of stars, you burst with such a brilliance that wipes out everything in your path. Your smile tears down cities, and your laugh moves mountains. Flames dance in your eyes when you see how bad you destroy me, and I love it. You are wild, you are free, you are everything I want to be. You move like the wind blows under your feet and you speak like all the words in the world lay perfectly on your tongue. God I’m falling into the trap. I’ve fallen for the way you smile like everything in the world is beautiful. I’ve fallen for the color of your hair, bright and vibrant like a sunset. I’ve fallen for that glint in your eyes when you look at me, as if I am beautiful too.