My wonderland of you

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It’s like a chill that creeps up through my body. My head goes numb for a second as my heart races. It races at the speed of light.

This vision. Your face.

My body tenses up but at the same time feels at rest. A contradiction. A wonderful contradiction.

I want to dance and twirl and fly. I close my eyes.

Euphoria.

Each Second

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Every second counts. Every second I count when I’m speaking to you. Because each second counts to me. I cherish every bit of it. And I count each second until I see you again.

Each second I start to feel again, I count until the seconds my heart breaks again. I count each word that makes my heart beat with each second that I count.

But you count each stitch on my heart as you sew it back up. You count each tear that you wipe away from my eyes. And you count each second that you speak to me, as you count each second until you see me again.