eveline
The first time I saw you, I had a premonition. I felt I had found the thing I was looking for. And the next time, it was the same. And every time since, it's been the same. I love you, Dylan.
I remember the first time he held me in his arms. Not a hug, when he held me. I could sense the uncertainty and curiosity and vertigo in his arms. Overall, I could sense that he was happy. For once.