I can feel it. Consuming my body. Slowly, taking me, piece by piece. But how am I certain. Certain that I love this person, and their worthy of my love. Call me selfish, for wanting love. Forbid me, for wanting someone who cares for me, someone who will brush against my body, and never leave. Is he loyal enough, to reach my trust. I want everything, someone who's kind, worthy, maybe even a little danger. Is it so? Do I love? I've never felt this way. I do, I love him.