I long for those secret, forbidden touches.
the ones only we know about.
the ones hidden from the world around us.
we jump obstacles, we deprive ourselves of our wants, our desires, to please the ones around us.
But nobody understands it the way we do.
Nobody understands the way our hands morph into each other like clay.
or the tingling feeling of our first kiss that lingered upon our lips until the next time they collided.
Nobody understands how my heart aches for him in every way possible.
or how the world always gets quieter when he’s beside me.
Time is not a measure of love.
so let me love you, and let the world around us see it too.