I would of never guessed I could feel the feeling of longing again. I thought I had killed my heart, suffocated my desire of love. I was wrong, it returned with a kiss. A kiss, A bite, A wound, A lovely wound. Something beautiful and frightening. I doubt myself at times, but I defeat it. I get thoughts of failure, skepticism and little horrors, but I realize it is only a result of experience and this is something new.
Something new and powerful. Maybe I just fear the magnitude of the possibilities. Or that this is all an illusion. Or maybe I fear having feelings this strong. I am failing to be my usual catatonic self.
I prefer to be alone, or at least I thought so. I almost certain I now prefer to be with you.