I'm living in a story book. This all can't be real. A glance, a smile, a hug containing the mystical power to melt my body into a stagnant pool. Yearning for that comforting touch, that soothing voice. Everything feels right, yet it's hard to believe. I fear any moment God might close the book and end it all. Ending my reality and turning it into distant fantasy. It's real, it's true. I know it must be. If it was not, all my thoughts wouldn't lead to him, all my dreams wouldn't be about him, and every moment possible wouldn't be spent with him. I'll never forget that magical moment, that one instant where the entire world disappeared around me. My heart was running marathons, and I was engulfed in his warmth. A kiss, a simple, amazingly simple kiss that turned my face on fire. It was just him and I, and I wanted that moment to perpetuate on forever. I'll never forget that warmth. My life is like a story book. No. It's even better. No story or fairy tale can compare to this. This is something that can't be captured in words on a page. This is a unique feeling that changes everything. This is love.