Addicted

I wake, work, eat, sleep, and dream you. This emotional journey before us - almost too much to bear sometimes. Yet, every time I hear the ringing of the phone, or see your name pop up online, I know that I am addicted to you. But it is far more than that, and please listen very closely. I am a very reasonable and sane person, not given to idle whims or fancies, not taken in any more by false hopes and promises. Yet, somehow, you are different - very different. I don't know what happened, or how or why, but I feel as though I fell out of a cloud, tumbling down to earth to a sure death - and at the last possible second, you caught me in your arms. Yes, I am addicted to you, but I know the consequences of addictions, and, fear not, I will not harm you or cause you pain in any way. Of that, I give you my humble word. I want to breathe you, to feel you, to taste you, and to hear your soft whispers against the sensitive nape of my neck - telling me that you're addicted, too.