Her words are pure fire, an invitation I cannot resist, a declaration that consumes me.
There are no more doubts, no more words, and even though I don't want this moment to be a mistake for her, I want it.
I would be a damn fool if I lied and said I don't want this, because I do want it, I've wanted it forever. I've desired this moment with a level of intensity that's been quite insane on my part for many years.
Nights dreaming of it. Days imagining it. Every damn hour of my existence, since I decided to see her differently, I've prayed for this moment where my desire is finally fulfilled.
I don't care if she doesn't love me, I don't care if she still hates me. As long as I love her, that's enough for me to keep going, as long as I continue to endure and at the same time get to know he
