croyex

Just a touch…the merest glimpse or hint of bliss…it’s that moment when you close your eyes and let it wash over you as you smile and really, truly allow yourself to feel it. It’s pathetic, though. Minutes afterwards, you think about it and hate yourself for it. You hate that you can be so naïve, over and over…that you’ve let yourself fall for it once again, while she’s just fine and you drown slowly. But you can’t help it, can you? You’ve only touched it with the very tip of your finger, but you’ve already been sucked in. And after you fall, summoning all your strength to get up despite