I think I love you, so what am I so afraid of? (possible NSFW)

I couldn’t help the Partridge Family reference. Forgive me.

We made love for the first time yesterday. Afterwards, we laid in bed together, cuddling, holding each other. I didn’t want it to end. I felt safe and COMPLETE for the first time in ages. There wasn’t nearly enough time.

I’ve been in love before, but you are different. As I told you while I first beheld your amazing body…you are magnificent. I never wanted to stop kissing you. Feeling you next to me, wrapped up in each other…it was heaven. How else to describe how much I desire and adore you? Your smile, your mind, your tender touch…I love it all. I want to spend the rest of my life worshipping you like the absolute king you are.

I still feel like I need to hold myself back, though…I don’t want to get too attached (too late, right?). I always wait for the other shoe to drop. I always wait for something to go wrong, because it tends to do that. But when our eyes lock, our energies match, and we seem to pour our souls into our kisses and everything else we did yesterday…how can this not be the real thing?

My heart races when you are near. I love how we pull each other close, how my body submits to you by the curve of your hand, how we seem to burn hotter with each encounter and have only scratched the surface.

I don’t know if you are on Reddit, I don’t know if you will read this. But I want so much to bite the bullet and just admit, hey…I think I’m falling in love with you. Every part of my body wants to reach out for you, keep myself for you. Do you feel the same? Would you ever choose me?