My inner voice is yelling at me. My brain is questioning every move he makes. My heart is telling me to run with it. I'm at a loss of words once my head hits my pillow.
I don't feel alive anymore. Because everything's felt like a dream since I've met him.
Part of me feels like I can walk on clouds. I can race a cheetah. Because he makes me feel beautiful, powerful, and "more." But then the other part of me is scared, worried, and "less."
I almost want to give up my hunt and say he's my prize, he's my gold, but what if I wake up?
"Do what you feel," he says... and what I feel is as unexpected, or hasty as this is, I don't want to see a day without him in it.
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