What I call mine

This enraging feeling in my heart, this disastrous mind I have, this guilty conscience I possess, and A boy that I completely and utterly love are things that I call mine. The extreme tenderness in his touch, the warmness of his hands, the stinging in his icy blue eyes. My feelings are intensifying immensely. I can barely hold back the excitement. The secureness I feel while he is around me feels astonishing, and breathtaking. These feelings are mine, this boy is mine. This life that I choose to live each day of my meaningful life is all mine, only under the hopes of having a life in which I have just described...