Yan's Labyrinth

Today I thought of you and my breath caught in my throat. Choking me. Leaving me incapable of breathing. That feeling I had, Was so foreign-a-language to even the most familiar parts of my soul, my heart. What have you done to me? Explain this. Whatever it is. Explain it. ... Because I find that I am terrified. -Y. Salmon

The first time I met you, was through a glass window. You were crossing the street, trying to catch your bus and beat the rain. You turned for a brief moment and our eyes... Our eyes met, and I froze... Time froze.  And then,  Then you smiled and my heart, my heart...  My heart stopped and I melted into nothingness, Into swirls of colours, And dreams, And visions. You captured me in one glance and I knew I was yours. The first time I met you, was through a glass window. You smiled and imprinted my heart with your promise of forever.  I. Am. Yours. - Y. Salmon

When... When was the last time you were kissed so thoroughly, so deeply... So passionately... That you felt as if your heart would stop and your insides would melt away from the sheer intensity of it all? When was the last time you felt like that? When?.... -Y. Salmon