11th
A Heart Condition of Some Sort
My heart races whenever you touch me.
I feel like little Amelie whenever her dad does his annual checkup.
Your hugs, your kisses, your hand holding my hand.
It always feels new to me.
And I hope this feeling would never grow old.
I hope you feel the same way too.
*originally posted at Polaroid Girl but I didn’t want to re-blog it since its my own post anyway.


