This
I want this to fill the void I've made within myself.
I feel like a hallowe'en jell-o mold, where I have
the outside walls but I'm only an outline of skin.
So many emotions have left their place and I don't
want myself vacant for so long in case an
uninvited guest may join me.

I want this to fill that room. Staying up until 1AM
talking about nothing in particular but having it
still mean everything. The comfort I'm feeling and
the hope that eminates from your words. I want
this feeling like no one has ever gotten me the
way you do and that for once, someone understands
why I do the things I do. I want the cradling
happiness that returns and the knots that hold my
heart strings back together from the previous
battles I've had.

This floating feeling can't be for nothing. The words
you speak cannot be told for the mere want of
sex. There must be something behind them. And
that something makes me feel this isn't some silly
romance and that it'll last a couple more months.

This is it for me. This is my first real relationship.

My first love.