Love Love

His touch does strange things to me. It makes me feel things. Things I'm not supposed to feel. Things I can't allow myself to feel. It's like his fingers are strumming my heartstrings, pulling, plucking, twisting, and I'm helpless. Completely and utterly helpless.

You're not ready for me yet, as much as I wish like hell you were. But I'm patient. I'd wait forever to be the one who gets to hold your heart.

I lay my hand over his and give it an empathetic squeeze. "I know what it's like to be damaged." Brad raises his eyes to mine. "I don't know, Gabby. We're all damaged, right? It's what we make of the wreckage that matters.

But sometimes, I feel like something's missing, and I can’t quite put my finger on it. That little something extra. Excitement. A challenge. An adventure. Maybe I should bungee jump off of the empire state building or run naked in central park. Nah, that would just be plain crazy, and I'd get arrested. That wouldn't end up well. Unless there was a hot guy dressed in a uniform fingerprinting me. Then it might just be worth it.

I stop and look up at him. "Brad?" I whisper. "What, baby?" he says as he continues nibbling on my neck. "It's yours..." I say breathlessly. He pauses and looks up. "What is?" I gaze into his brown hazy eyes. "My heart.

I spy with my little eye, something that is so beautiful, it leaves me breathless." Swallowing hard, I take a deep breath and answer, "Trump Towers?" When I turn my head to look at him, I see serious brown eyes staring back at me. "Nope... you.

Gabby, I told you I'd give you space, but I never said I wouldn't fill your space with flowers.

I won’t give up on the one person who truly makes me feel like a superhero. You make me feel like I can leap tall buildings, like I can take on anything that life throws my way. I feel invincible as long as you’re by my side.

We’re all damaged, right? It’s what we make of the wreckage that matters.

I lean against Brad's shoulder and he softly kisses my hair. Bringing my hand to his chest, I feel the rapid beat of his heart. He inches closer and whispers, "Do you feel that? That's what you do to me.

Everything looks so much brighter today. The sky is a magnificent cobalt blue, the clouds look like puffy white marshmallows, and I'm happy. not the fake, suck-it-up-and-put-a-smile-on-your-face-happy. Really happy. For the first time in a long time.

It’s like a perfect symphony of feeling, of emotion, of a love you thought was impossible; until suddenly the impossible becomes the inevitable.

I’ve been waiting my whole life for your kiss.

Have you ever been kissed by a superhero before? Because you’ve never been truly kissed until you’ve been kissed by a superhero.” “Will it be life-changing?” “Oh yes, life as you know it will never be the same.

Words seem pointless. There are no words to heal. Only time and love can do that.

From the moment I first saw you, I couldn't take my eyes off of you. You took my breath away. your beauty captivated me, yes, but it was something more. Something about you grabbed hold of me and I didn't want to let go.

I'm not walking away from you. Ever. There's no way that will happen. Do you want to know why, Gabby? I've never felt this way before about anyone. The moment I think about you, I smile. When you're near me, I feel calm. I can relax. I can be myself. I feel acceptance. You let me be me. I know I'm crazy sometimes, but with you it's okay. God, Gabby, it's so hard to put all of this into words because sometimes there are no words. You've shined a light on me, exposed me, left me bare. I'm not embarrassed, though, because I feel free.

I’m so happy I feel like tiny bright stars are surrounding my heart.

With my portfolio and latte in hand, I finally make my way out the door. This time, I take a prolonged look over my shoulder. As the door closes, Brad's eyes meet mine, and the corners of his lips rise sweetly. Adorable. Absolutely adorable.

Brad's smile reflects mine. "Morning, cutie." I melt just like the Wicked Witch. "Morning," I reply, unable to do anything else but smile.