Holding you is like holding a part of me. Outside of me but not vulnerable. It possesses a certain strong character--something that depicts strong emotions.
Looking at your eyes, I see my own reflection. The feelings extracted through the windows of your soul seem to emit the same feelings I do have.
The feel, the touch, our skin colliding, it feels like founding yourself in the body of a different person.
Different, but one in heart.
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