Love

We are sitting in the kitchen and sipping a liquid that burns our throats. The window is in front of us so we can see rain drops falling down and hitting the glass with a distinctive sound. We are silent because no words are left. Suddenly you lean to me and kiss my forehead gently but my eyes beg for more. There is a tension in the air and we can feel it with our cells. Not a word comes out.

Some things can be understood only through kisses, hugs and glances. That's the way we get know each other. That's how we do that. That's how we live.

Being with you is different. Your love doesn't ruin me, doesn't make me feel anxious. I trust you. I know you'll be around as long as possible. Forever. Or more, because forever is not enough when I'm with you.

I lose myself every time I look at your eyes. I find comfort there so I guess it's not a loss anymore.

Even if it is, I don't care as long as we're burning together and falling deeper in what's called love. And I hope we'll never hit the ground. Because I like falling when it's you I'm falling with.