do you think it's easy, not biting the one you love? try loving someone so much your mouth is only at home in the place where your teeth meet the flesh of your beloved.
We were strangers who became friends who loved each other in many different ways. None of them easy to explain, to understand, except maybe like this: you are always the first thing I notice when I walk into the room and the thought of you lingers even when you’re not there.
Not a soulmate but something close, something that burns the same, that leaves a scorch mark in your heart. Not a soulmate because the concept is too idyllic and this is too real, this is something you can touch, something you can hold, something you can break.