Rose petals. Touch on my skin. Gentle, but perceptible. Words leaving your tongue like the slow wind on a summer night outside your open window. You drown in it. Ocean in his eyes making you cry for help as you stop to breath as you slowly disappear in them. The sweet taste of a strawberry a hot summer day. Sweetness slowly turning into a bitter taste of things that you hate. Sounds of a crashing glass echoing in your head. Pretty sunset slowly fading into a dark night not letting you find a way back.
That's how it feels to fall in love. And when you fall it's like a dark room and you need to wait for a light to make you find a way back.
