i cant believe i'm holding onto his hand again.
cant believe i'm in his embrace.
cant believe that his lips still found a way back
to mine.
sitting in the car on the way home from cck,
i struggled to hold back the tears.
i miss him.
and i finally laughed when we talked about how
we're gonna dress up this weekend.
first real laughter after an entire week.
an authentic one. (:

is this how it feels?
to be able to get a second chance at love?
to be able to return to his arms?
to be able to feel my heart again?
to be able to see, hear, feel, taste and smell him.


/i am eternally grateful for the chances that
i gave had.