Maybe Made Mistakes, but Harboring no Regrets

I can't even begin to describe the infectuous way your behavior tantalizes yet soothes. It's addicting to anticipate yet, all the same, painful to receive. Not exactly up to par with the picture of perfection I've painted in my mind, but it always finds itself to be more filling and completing in a whole different way. I don't want it to ever end, despite the aches it brings.

The way you've caused me to so eloquently destroy a part of me is sensational, and you've summed up perfectly alongside it-- understanding in a such a subtle way that I can scarcely tell that is what is going on. Like firebirds, we've both regrown from the ashes of what once was into what can be by one simple thought and action. Yet like before, I'm still hooked like it's a drug I depend on.

You make me want to be something new, something fresh... Something none short of spectacular. I've moved beyond the last bridge and the sea's expanse is at my beck and call. Maybe made mistakes, but harboring no regrets. No worries, no standards. This complacent state is beautiful.

; xo

A/N: love is beautious thing. i'm relishing every spare moment of this disease.