Love. Falling in love.. for the first time.
There's a certain thrill to it. The excitement. The anticipation. The fear. The sadness... For the first time, they felt like hell. It would've hurt so much when it was going badly, and it would've hurt still when it was all flowers and sunshine. Even flowers have poison, and the sun might just burn you.
Time passes by, and I still recognize that feeling. That unsettling passion vibrating from within my ribcage. The numbness that it brings to my dominant hand. The tears that moistened my eyes at unwanted times.
You're hurting me. You're killing me.
But that's just unavoidable when I'm in love with you.
