Nothing in between...

As he is ignited by flames fuelled by every wish he's ever made, the scorching burns do not leave scars or draw blood. Rather, the heat destroys the demons which started growing on his back, not allowing him to breathe. He was so scared of going down this road, so petrified by memories of past pain that he did everything he possibly could to avoid the collision of hearts, yet as it now came to be, these two souls were meant to be forged into one. "I love you" has never held greater meaning, and it has never been said with louder conviction. There is no agenda, no false hopes or desires - simply a promise of a future, however long it may last. But most importantly, he does not dream of forever with you, he does not even envision it, because he is simply too busy staring into your eyes, and how they gaze right back at him, full of wonder, filled with lust for life, and ultimately a thirst to be drowned in the story of us.

Even though my world is suddenly spinning faster than ever before, I somehow don't feel overwhelmed or anxious. I am in state of content flux, being perpetuated by the sheer thought of you, of us, of everything we experienced in these last few weeks - from spontaneous getaways, to nights under the stars with only our bodies keeping us warm. I think you may be the epitome of all my fears and desires jumbled up in one single person. When I'm with you I feel like I'm in a movie, acting out scene after scene, as if I knew the entire script by heart. You put your hand in mine and I somehow predict exactly what you are about to say, leaving me with the impression that you are not of this world, but of my mind. That I somehow conjured you with my willpower and relentless dream to be engulfed by a love that shines brighter than the brightest of stars. Yet the moments that truly take my breath away, are the ones that catch me by surprise, the ones when you slide your body next to mine, and make time stop, making me wish it would never begin again.