They say love is blind, because love is irrational, and only those experiencing it at that moment will be able to fully fathom it. Passion is the worst.
I don't want to keep writing about us, I want to give some time between each post. But time has the ability to erase irrationality, and our experience will never be fully logical. I want us to remember the passion we share for each other now, and I will try my best to translate the passion into words.
Let us start with the attraction. It is your awkward conversations and sheepish laughter. Your eyes, so intense. Your feminine lips, the way it pouts so subtly when we make out. Your touch, the way you place your arms around my neck, hugging me tight. Your soft moans, telling me you have been yearning for my kiss. Your heavy breathing, as you expire passion.
I love your personalities, both of them, and how they conflict with each other, but yet creating this mystique that surrounds you. In the morning, you could be the goofy, geeky girl, and in the evening, your eyes would be flirting with me, and at night, you might be crying. It confuses me sometimes, it drives me crazy sometimes, but it makes this experience so intelligent and interactive.
I love those moments, when we would hide flirts in the conversation we have with our classmates, and our eyes would meet knowingly. I love those moments, whenever we bid each other farewell, as I see you longing for me to stay just a bit longer, and I feel it in our embrace. I love those moments, when we make out, our tongues fighting with each other so fervently, as we push against one another. I love that moment, when you pull me behind the pillar, and kissed me just so quietly.
They say passion is like a fire, and it will consume you. My lover, our experience will never be logical, and it will look ridiculous when we look back and try to understand our actions in the future, but I want you so badly now, it is driving me crazy, like the fire of passion consuming me.
