What I feel

It's strange. What I feel when I think about him. It's like I'm floating. My heart stops for a beat then becomes erratic. My skin is electrified. My mind explodes with images of he and I together. The sound of his voice sends shivers through my body. The thought of being with him makes my body melt. The thought of losing him strikes fear in my heart. When he is near my thoughts are incoheriant. When he whispers my name I explode into a thousand pieces. When we talk it's like thunder, the words I urge myself to whisper but dare not in fear of his response. I can feel him in the deepest part of me. My feelings are deep and true. My love for him goes so deep it terrifies me yet fills me with a sense of contentment I have never found. I know that if I were to fall he would always be there to catch me. He is my safety line. He is there to pull me back when I go to far. He ismy knight in shining armor come to rescue me from the dark. He is my heart. He is my mind. He is my soul.1

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The words I dare not say to his face I have written here. Scared though I am of his response, I dare not hold these feelings in any longer for fear of exploding.

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  • bowmore bill
    July 21, 2006
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    A really nice piece

    Dear diary comes to mind, perhaps for now your feelings for him should be confined to the pages.
    On the other hand it may already be too late for that, if he is a part of the storywrite community there is a chance that he is reading this page right now.

    beginning: 4, language: 4, plot: 3, ending: 4, dialog: 4, characters: 3.

  • bowmore bill
    July 19, 2006

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    Real and so reminiscent

    Truly words from the heart, definately first real love, so beleivable.
    Remember your celtic roots, throw caution to the wind and go for it.

    Ps, as a Scot with Irish blood also, i can emphasise.

    beginning: 5, language: 5, plot: 4, ending: 5, dialog: 5, characters: 4.

  • spence
    June 18, 2006
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    Love Story

    The innocence and intensity of love. One of the many things that we will all feel, know and see. It reminded me of all the times it went wrong, yet how I threw myself back into the fray- broken heart on sleeve. Love cannot be controlled. It is an ungovernable force that can blight the senses of intellectuals and melt the hearts of tyrants.

    beginning: 3, language: 4, ending: 3, characters: 4.


  • leftoverpizzacrust
    June 23, 2005
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    Awww Jess...well umm get in touch dammit!! You never call me. Anyway I love it. Even though I read it already, it cute! Muah haha

  • lawlor802000
    June 8, 2005
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    this is nice and descriptive..i love it and i know who ur talkin about...i really like it aot and it explains how u really feel..its makes me feel like we never had anything...but i like this alot..

    luv, mike

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