It doesn’t pass. It settles. In my bones. In my brain. In my soul. In every beat of my heart. It’s an undeniable truth. My heart is in his hands, and he’s squeezing it. And he doesn’t even know. Doesn’t even suspect. It’s as if I’m about to die. I crave, and I yearn, and I ache, and I want. Hopelessly, helplessly, desperately in love…
