Knock at the door. I open it. You are there. You come in sheepishly. Goddamn that is so cute. Pleasantries are exchanged, until I pull you close.  Your body relaxes when I hold you, I feel it.  I nuzzle your neck, taking in your sweet smell. I move to your lips. Our kisses are soft and sweet. We both become teenagers and grin awkwardly. And then we hug. A hug only lovers know. A hug that shatters both our hearts and rebuilds them with each other there. The feeling of alone or wanting ceases, and we are just….us. Together. Nothing else exists, and if just for a fraction of a second that feeling vaults us to highs no drug could ever give us and purpose no speech could ever motivate us to become. Just…us.  We are both scared, terrified even, as love- real true love- is there. We both feel it and hold each other both shielding ourselves from it and embracing its presence. 
    It’s on its way though, and neither of us can stop it. We try to ignore the obvious, but both know that battle we will lose.

C’est la vie.

Love you, nugget. :)