Loving you was like reaching the heavens. It was sanctuary found in a perfect autumn day. The summit of the highest mountain of bliss. Loving you means making sacrifices, and midnight conversations about the universe, and poems written on the walls, on mirrors, on different kinds of parchments, and even on our lips. Loving you means taking risks.
And if you ask me, jumping off the cliff and letting the wind take us anywhere would be the greatest and most magical adventure of all. Every place becomes wonderful when you're there. Everything seems to have a meaning, everything just seems to be so right and beautiful and strikingly vibrant. I'm willing to dive into the depths of uncharted oceans with you because you are worth the risk, always.