Security Breach

I think it's possibly true what they say about love: letting them destroy you and trusting them not to. Loving is tearing down the walls you worked so hard to build, letting them in without doing a cavity search.

My walls have crumbled, take what is yours.

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Free Fall

The little risks and adventures we've had has brought us into so much trouble, sometimes it's better if we just end us to end the drama. But I beg to differ.

It's like standing on the edge of a cliff as you spread your arms and let the wind touch you from head to toe, the sunlight softly kissing your face. It's risky and dangerous, but it's wonderful.

The Imaginary Distance

You and I can be miles away, and yet we still talk and (try to) do the same things. It's like we're together mind and soul.

You can be in another place, another country, another continent, and I'd still feel you near me. That's what keeps me holding on, I can still feel your heart with mine.

Self-Inflicted Injury

Which one is better: To feel everything, including pain, or to shut yourself out in order not to get hurt?

Pain makes you realize that everything is real. Pain makes you discover the inner power you have inside of you. Most of all, pain makes you human. And being human is the best thing in the world.

I choose you. And I can't think of a single reason for regretting it.

Daybreak

I just love the fact that I wake up during Fridays and see you in my bed, possibly staring at me while I'm still asleep. I would usually swear the moment I see your face but deep down I feel like it's the best way to start my day.

I just love how you say 'Good morning' and I try to say it back with my coarse, Fred Weasley morning voice that according to you sounds sexy.

I just love that even when we're both awake we could just lay there, and it's the only time that I could feel the comfort of silence.

Most of all, I just love how you don't really care that I haven't brushed my teeth.

Refuge

I have always been a cave woman, and was never fond of going to places that are far away from home. I don’t want to lose that sense of comfort, of security and belonging. Anywhere but here feels so strange and scary.

But maybe, when they said that home may not be a place, or a special spot, that it might be a person, I couldn’t help but think and somehow agree to some extent.

So far, I have never been more at home than my own home than with you.

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