Oh, how I want this man. I crave for his innocence as I yearn for his sins. His soft sides bring me up to heaven as his impertinence brought me back to earth. His words make me anxious as his actions make me fall.
It's like being on cloud nine, but it's not your usual, cottonish, white cloud. It's a thunderstorm, raining empty, threatening to either make you fall or electrocute you, as you hold on tight to the cloud.
I walk home, remembering the feeling of his face against my hand. It makes me want to never touch anything else again. Treasure this hand as a way of treasuring him. His innocence has washed away all of my guilty stains.
Even now, I can barely stand how much I want to see him. It won't even be 24 hours until we meet, but it feels impossible. I want to tell him I love him. I want to show my affection. I want to get closer.