“When a man is in love. He is consumed by the thought of only that woman. Whether it be days, months or years and when she is close, those thoughts explode, the feelings intensifies and everything urges you to just focus on her”
He doesn't stop, keeps getting closer and my breath hitches when his cologne engulfs my senses. My fingers curl around the edge of the table.
“It’s like the world stops. All that matters is that one person. Around them, you can't breathe yet feel the most alive” he rests his palm on the table, a little beside my hand at the edge.
He leans down, eyes pining me with something so strange yet intense, my heart pounds in my chest.
“That kind of love is lethal, addictive and most importantly permanent” his face is a few inches away from mine.
I tear my gaze off him,
