limerence.

𝙇𝙄𝙁𝙀 𝙄𝙎 𝘼 𝙈𝙀𝙎𝙎 𝘽𝘼𝘽𝙔.

; and there are nights where I find myself craving you. Like an addict to heroin. I need you, I constantly crave you. I want to feel your skin against mine, and I want to paint landscapes along your back with hues of orange, blue and violet. There is much to say and there is such little time, I feel like I'm about to break and fall into millions of pieces.

You make me this way.

You put yourself in my life and now I'm addicted. I'm addicted to sweet taste of your lips, and I go crazy when I feel you pressed up against me. And I want you so bad, it's like there's a part of me; a part that yearns for your touch and your lips against mine.

And I'm going insane. Completely and entirely insane.