The feeling I get when you brush the hair out of my face, when you caress me in your arms, when your warm, coffee colored eyes meet mine, when I feel the tender embrace of your lips on mine, it's astounding.
It's like nothing I've ever experienced.
It's like getting hit by a bus and the refreshing feel of cool water caressing my skin on a hot summer's day, all at the same time.
It's like flying and falling.
Or floating and sinking.
It's amazing and dreadful.
It's so right, yet so wrong.
It is the highlight of my life, but it's also the beginning of my demise.