His arms held me like I was made of glass. Glass that you wanted to protect without cracking, but crush into your soul for safekeeping.
For you and for me the highest moment, the keenest joy, is not when our minds dominate but when we lose our minds, and you and I both lose it in the same way, through love.
There are two ways to reach me: by way of kisses or by way of the imagination. But there is a hierarchy: the kisses alone don't work.