Panic anxiety attack.
You saw, you heard, you understood and chose to react by holding me.
A faint whisper in my ear, you're safe here.
I know, It's just hard to grip the depth of reality.
An arm draped around my shoulders, holding me close, in a safe embrace.
My head resting on your chest, almost hypnotized by your soothing heartbeat.
An overwhelming feeling of security.
A lonely tear running down my face.
Hey, it's okey, you'll be fine.
More than anything do I want to believe your truth , but it's just so incredibly hard.
Your words give me a moment of comfort.
Leaving me breathless, mezmerized and a craving to taste more.
A frenetic attempt at finding the right words to describe how I truly feel for you.
Grasping for the tiniest chance to feel him close to me.
How did you turn out to be so breathtakingly perfect?