I am trying to understand what is it that makes me want to be with you every once in a while. Or all the time. Maybe it's strange because you caught me by surprise. Maybe it's strange because I had rarely (had I ever?) seen it happen to me. Whatever it might be, I decided to let it happen. So it can flow or sink, even if it brings me with. What's the use of running forever? I just want to feel your hands on mine and the stroke of them against my spine. I want to kiss you and make love to you and make each and every time the best that there has ever been. It's good and feels right to be with you. And I have no shame. I can talk about anything. It is as if the whole world is on hold while we're locked in a room. I see you and I breathe you. I swallow you and drown into you and let myself be so much to you, and only you, that I completely forget that I have to be for me too. What's the matter? I don't know if I am, but I know that I feel safe in your arms. And I don't mind: I want to jump on your open arms and feel they close around me. I want your nose on my head and I want to hear your voice whispering how much you love the smell of my hair. I want the little things, all of the little things that make us who we are. I want to open my heart and I want you to open yours too. I want and I need to help you to heal. You need to learn to let go. You need to accept that it was not your fault. You need to know you can and you need to know you deserve. You will: I promise. Beethoven and Bach sounded perfect with you, but nothing will ever sound better than the perfect and full of words silence we share after we both - and at the same time - reached our biggest pleasure.