Written in the Paper

IX.

He'll touch me and I'll feel a shiver go down my back. His touch where his fingers met my skin still lingers. It's hard to breathe with the cold air surrounding me. I begin to suffocate every time he does that.

It hurts to watch him; he's the thunder during the storm. He's too cloudy for my eyes. It's hard to look at him. It's even harder to turn away when we're staring at each other so lost. I believe I'm going blind from the fog.

My ears are accustomed to his voice. I could hear it despite the thunder and lighting surrounding us. His voice makes even the clearest of minds go blurry. I lose my sense of direction around him.

The color of his eyes went from a warm brown to an icy blue. He turns me into a shipwreck after the storm once it's over, but the adventure is one I would want to live again.

Through the million of different seas, my ship is always sailing right back to his. Through the storms, lighting, till the end of time.

He feels the exact same way toward me. Or I like to believe that.