How many times am I going to smell my pillow exactly where you laid to make sure it was real? When you kissed me the blood in my veins was sparkling and when you had your arm around me you told me you could feel my heartbeat. And I did not tell you this but it was beating so god damn fast because I was with you, laying and being held by you. My heart was too quick for my head and I can’t even breathe because I am still thinking of the fact that you touched me and when you circled your fingers on my skin I got chills everywhere and when you whispered in my ear I got chills again. When you put your legs on top of mine my body went warm and you said you could feel how cold I was but I was not cold. My body could not catch up with how I felt, because I have never felt warmer in my entire life than I did with you right there in that magical moment.
She definitely wasn’t crazy. It’s just that she cared too much. We all used to be angels, she is just one of those unlucky ones who can still feel the weight of their wings on their naked shoulders. And that’s a burden that often becomes too heavy for any one with half a heart to bear.
She wanted something else, something different, something more. Passion and romance, perhaps, or maybe quiet conversations in candlelit rooms, or perhaps something as simple as not being second.Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook (via feellng)