Uncensored.

Today I talked to him.

His voice still sounded the same.

His words were different.

Different in the way he said them.

Peculiar in the way they sounded.

My feelings resufaced.

My mind remeninced.

Thoughts reoccurred.

I closed my eyes.

And tried to picture his heart.

Picture his heart as it spoke words.

Observe the way it talked to my heart.

I thought.

Reflected.

Realized.

I love him.

Deeply.

I can feel every vector of every blood stream that come from the racing pulses that my heart releases every time the resonation of his voice sends a vibration through my body.

He loves me.

He tells me.

Its real.

Its pure.

I feel it.

Its authentic.

Natural.

Unadulterated.

Love.

Uncensored.