Letters

Good lord. Every time I see you my knees turn to butter, my stomach ties in knots, I smile, and I lose all coherent thoughts. To touch your skin is to have fabric of milk slide under my fingers. God you're beautiful. Its all I want to say. to scream. My entire body reaches to hold you close and kiss those lips..... to tell you I love you.

I think I may be a bit of a glutton for punishment. I'll do virtually anything to spend time with her, because I cant never get enough of seeing her.....but its torture to be with her, because I know I'll never have her.