It’s the first time that I heard him say he’s willing to leave everything for me. Emotions swelled inside of me: happiness, fear, doubt, excitement. Is he really that serious in saying that? Is he really that in love with me? Does he really want me that bad? Isn’t it just a temporary madness? A passing fancy? Would I be willing to do just the same for him?

He is all that I want. Despite my seemingly cool, unaffected ways sometimes, the truth is, I am just as crazy in love with him, every minute every second of the day. I want to think it would it be enough to leave everything for him. How could this feel so right when it is so actually wrong?

If I run away with him, I’m pretty sure I would be happy. But I’m not sure what kind of happiness it would be, if all the rest of the world would scorn us. Would he remain strong and faithful and devoted in spite of all the odds we will be facing?

Last night I ran away from the world. And he stayed by me. Everyday, especially during the times when we’re alone naked in each other’s arms, everything is always still so surreal. He is a reality I never expected I would be holding. We are so perfect for each other. We know just what to do to please the other. Couldn’t it be more tragic to feel so illegally romantic all the time?