A single touch was able to make me be drawn to him. I wasn't feeling an emotion or a mood, it was feeling him. His presence and his emotions were what I was feeling. It wasn't the full physical aspect of it, it was the mental process of it all. Whether it was him accidentally brushing his shoulder on mine or if it was his hands roaming up and down my body with his lips on mine, it didn't matter how it happened. I was like a fish stuck in a net. I'm scared, very scared, may I add. I was scared of my own feelings towards him. They came so fast and they hit fast and it's really hard to put into words. It's weird that he was once a stranger, I never knew he could have this big of an impact on me. I never knew I would fall in love with him. Every night I tried to scrape the word from my tongue

