It was crazy, I feel crazy, I have the urge to take her now. But if I do, then everything will be ruin, she needs to know first. Or else this relationship will be over even before it begun.
I send her a text message to meet me at the doorstep just outside the room.
Here I am standing, leaning my back on the wall, asking myself how the hell did I end up doing such a thing on her.
I love her, and with love comes respect. I should have respected her. I should have talk with her first.
I'm lost in the moment of sensation. I'm lost in the sea of feeling.
I was not able to control myself, and with that I have to suffer the hard consequence. To become openly honest. I have no choice. The bond already started, I already touches her. She will start to ache for me, she will start to hunger.
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