She’ll touch me and I’ll feel a shiver go down my back. Her touch where her fingers met my skin still lingers. It’s hard to breathe with the cold air surrounding me. I begin to suffocate every-time she does that.
It hurts to watch her; she’s the thunder during the storm. She’s too cloudy for my eyes. It’s hard to look at her. It’s even harder to turn away when we’re staring at each other so lost. I believe I’m going blind from the fog.