Behind The Lens ...

When you first fall in love, it’s supposed to be awful. Awful, uncertain, scary, wonderful, confusing, all at once. That’s how you know it’s real. You have to care deeply. Passionately. That hurts.

Don’t leave a girl you need, for a girl you want.

I already miss her. She’s been gone for a second and I, once again, crave her. I crave her body being pressed against mine. I crave the emotions I get when our legs are intertwined, and our arms are wrapped around each other. I crave the electricity that shoots throughout my whole body when I feel your breath against my neck, or when you whisper softly into my ears. I crave your soft kisses that you plant onto my cheek, forehead, or the scars on my arms. I crave those gorgeous, warm brown eyes that I get lost in so easily when our noses are brushing against one another’s. I crave that beautiful and adorable smile on your face that appears every time I tell you how cute you are. You’ve only been gone a second or two and I’m craving you all over again. Because, sweetie, you are oh-so addicting to me, and I love you oh-so much.