When I used to watch birds fly, I imagined being one, putting myself in it's body. I'd be able to soar over suburbian, rural and city, and know that I could land where ever I wanted. That feeling, once it found me, never left me. Ever since then, I'd been looking for something that ignited that feeling inside of me, like I was invincible, a beautiful wonder of the sky. All I wanted was that freedom, that beauty; to be able to fly.
And now, when his lips touch mine, I get that feeling.
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