There are moments you wait for
Where life hands you these seconds, which turn into incredibly wonderful every nerve exposed minutes. Creating lifetimes of moments.
The fireworks in your chest kinds of moments.
Standing under cathedral paintings in Rome and wondering how someone human made something so unearthly and raw kind of moments.
We feel.
We create.
We inspire love.
So, why can't I tell you that you make me feel as though I'm lying under the Tuscan sun with sand in every fingertip? I smile like the Mona Lisa every time your hand touches mine.
I feel.
I create.
I love.
Do you?