20 May 2016

These Words

There's something inexplicable in how your cheek feels when it is pressed against mine, the smell of your hair, or the touch of your skin. And yet I keep finding myself trying to express it. All that I am able to muster up are a series of words that by themselves don't seem to do justice to the feelings that reside. There are no perfectly constructed sentences, no drawn out paragraphs that run on for miles. There are just words: bliss, warmth, magic, history, future, love, soul, tranquility.

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