and when we touch, we’re not really touching
atoms and nerves; my skin on
your skin
it’s like coming home and
I think I’ve known you forever

❝ It’s dark now. But they feel each others’ breath. And they know all they need to know. They kiss. And they feel each others’ tears on their cheeks. And if there had been anybody left to see them, then they would look like normal lovers, caressing each others’ faces, bodies close together, eyes closed, oblivious to the world around them. Because that is how life goes on. Like that.

— Perfect Sense

You make me feel like my fingers are touching a dream.

But you’re real,
and you’re so beautiful,
and reality is just so much better.