Annie
Annie makes me smile. He sets my heart aflutter. Texting about grass waving in the wind, or sitting by the fire with him, feels like really good sexting in how it sets my heart to racing. He is intoxicating. If I'm lucky, I'm in the position to stretch out that magic for a good long while, with occaisional dates and a very slow relationship. My passion in life will be stoked and will bleed into my other relationships. When Annie's poetry stokes the bellows of heart I want to shine brighter onto the other souls who look to me with those big eyes, and spread how I feel. It's too much to feel alone, and by passing it on it just grows.