He showed me magic does work (I guess).
I hadnโ€™t dreamed in 11 years and yet he very easily made me do so by simply declaring that I would.
In my head i said โ€œitโ€™ll most likely die with the nightโ€, I was completely wrong and now my mind is hardly on anything or anyone else. And itโ€™s steady making me crazy because Iโ€™m not sure if itโ€™s all going to work out or if I wonโ€™t fuck up because thatโ€™s what I seem to do best.

Then he appeared under the yellow umbrella and I swear there was an angelic chorus, and he was as much and even more of a monumental snack in person as he was in the abstract and my mind was fucking blownnnnnnnnnnnn, and his voice and itโ€™s little inadvertent cracks sent tremors through my body, and he asked before he kissed me which made my heart stop for about 15 seconds only to resume faster than ever. And I wanted to put him in my purse and never let him out.
The image of him with his hands in his pockets will never ever escape my thoughts and his breath on my ear was bliss.
The things he did to me with his tongue, teeth and fingers Iโ€™ll never forget as theyโ€™ve been emblazoned on my brain. And his voice, oh God his voice.
Showering without him makes me feel incomplete now and Iโ€™m glad I used his toothbrush because in a way he has taken bits of me along with him.

His voice is like an imperfect yet soulfully beautiful song, and heโ€™s strong and manly and so so so so in charge, Iโ€™d like to have his confidence for just half an hour and Iโ€™ve been sniffing his melon yellow sweater(that Iโ€™ve named) like a fool just so I donโ€™t forget the smell of him and now everything reminds me of him.

And Iโ€™m very worried that he doesnโ€™t know anything thatโ€™s going on in my head because I never portray adequate emotion (another fatal flaw).
He is basically the only occupant of my mind as we speak and Iโ€™m glad I lost my non-existent virginity to him. Can you fall in love with a personโ€™s voice?
Because I have