I feel restless when I am back here. I fucking love being around my family, but when I'm not with him I just feel uneasy. When his arms aren't around me I do not feel safe. When I cannot hear his voice I feel like other voices do not matter. My thoughts may be irrational but thus is love. There is no such thing as rational thought when emotions, so strongly, are involved. Never has someone held on to me as tightly as he does during the night; During the day. Never has any man kissed me like he does and let it be just that: a kiss. Not just some desire to squeeze, or bite, or fuck. When he kisses me, the feeling is real. Realness is exactly what I want in life. It is what I fucking need. I need the reality. I need the passion. For so long I thought that I would never subdue to this but I have gone under and feel nothing but euphoria. This is amazing and yet it is terrifying. But I do love horror.