Riding the Tornado

Riding the Tornado

I'm not sure when it happened, but it did. One day I woke up and you were all I could think of. Your handsome face. Your charming, intelligence. The melodious tones of your voice, singing a beautiful song in my head. Goosebumps forming upon my skin and butterflies tickling my belly.

The seeds of love has been planted. The hopeful romantic in me welcomes the endless pleasures with eyes and heart wide open. The Valkyrie in me would rather stay vigilant and guarded. A storm of emotions building within, to levels resembling a hurricane. The longing to love and be loved vs saving myself from a possible heartbreak of yet another failure.

Fighting myself is futile. I must ride the tornado. All I can do, is pray I come out unscathed.