daydreamer

My thoughts are so incoherent these days. I confess, it caused some drama at first, but everything seems to have fallen into place. In fact, this time it seems easier than ever before. It's like you make it impossible for me to resist. To run away, the way I always tend to run away from love. What will it be, the bruise or the cure?

There's not really anything to say. I am hooked. That glance, and those eyes seeing right through me. The addiction, there's nothing more to it. All I can do is hope, hope this addiction won't turn out to be a catastrophe. Hope that there's no need to search for an antidote.