"All of me is all for you."

It's weird to get these kind of butterflies again. Believe it or not, they all feel different, just like they all are different in reality. With you, they feel gentle but they never stop fluttering, even when you're not around. The way you touch me is so undeniably passionate, that I could forgive you for even the rudest of remarks. There is fire in your eyes when your lips caress my thigh, there is love ni your finger tips as they touch my rosey cheek. "I love you," I said, and you whispered it back. It is so strange to be back in this place, after so long, after so much growth. We are both changed people, and it is strange to think that we could ever come together like this again. Our bodies have changed, our minds have evolved, and yet love still finds it's way...inbetween all of our cracks and imperfections, it winded it's way out from beneath the both of us and bind us together, twisted itself around us and ensnarled us in happiness. Over the last 6 years, I have always found you. You have always found me. Like you said, "we are like a tragic love story, our story is still being written."