I just wish she could see herself the way I do, even if it was just for a moment. Only then might she understand why even the thought of her belonging to anyone else brings my heart to a stop and my knees to the ground.
I never fathomed that there would be beauty in suffocating until I found myself drowning in the sound of her laughter.
And Lord, help me because I’ve always had a fear of heights, but I don’t see an end to the way that I’ve been falling for her. Connotativewords | jl | Consequences (via connotativewords)