Abigail VonNormal.

Mais non. I hear your intoxicating voice from behind me and catch a slight breeze that smells like your skin. You surprise me yet comfort me with your sense of routine all at once. I yearn to feel that. Here is my letter in fear. Telling you that you meant something to someone, somewhere out here. I want to crawl inside that explosion and cuddle in the warmth and bask in it for as long as I can. But it seems that I have this terrible fear of it. Which is the first time I've ever felt that before. I always fling my body and mind into it at first. Yet this time, I won't let anyone close enough to hurt me. I stay a step ahead of you because then I can avoid that addiction to the quickening pace of my heart. That magnetism that keeps you transfixed. Fucksox.