"Heartbeats and Wild Things"
© 𝐅𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐂𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥
You are not my addiction. No. You are my oxygen. And without you I have no life. I am dead.
Who said love requires a translation? It does not. You just need to look in each others eyes and the world around you will turn into a hazy inconsiquential blur.