I used to tell people that the only way I could feel alive is by self harming. Feeling the blood Rush out of my veins and dripping down my hand. I could have jumped out of a car, stolen something, even look the devil in his eyes and I would still feel nothing. Since then things have changed. Your eyes. They make my heart race and beat with blood. Chills spread across my body every time I look into them. Nothing has ever made me this alive. Nothing has ever made me see A future, until I met your eyes with mine.
