Panic anxiety attack.

You saw, you heard, you understood and chose to react by holding me.

A faint whisper in my ear, you're safe here.

I know, It's just hard to grip the depth of reality.

An arm draped around my shoulders, holding me close, in a safe embrace.

My head resting on your chest, almost hypnotized by your soothing heartbeat.

An overwhelming feeling of security.

A lonely tear running down my face.

Hey, it's okey, you'll be fine.

More than anything do I want to believe your truth , but it's just so incredibly hard.

Your words give me a moment of comfort.

Leaving me breathless, mezmerized and a craving to taste more.

A frenetic attempt at finding the right words to describe how I truly feel for you.

Grasping for the tiniest chance to feel him close to me.

How did you turn out to be so breathtakingly perfect?