Anxious for your come back

-Her beautiful blue eyes where I can easily drown. -Her pale white skin,very delicate that I leave love marks when I touch her. -Her brown hair which is the reflection of my eyes. -Her comfort red lips where we connect. The ones I could kiss all day long. -Her soft hands that I hold and carry me away and makes me feel like a child. -Two bracelets that are attached to our wrists, reminding us of who we are and it's beginning -Having the key of her locked heart and proudly carrying it around. Not yet having the key of her freedom and escape. A door that only time will unlock. Waiting anxiously for its opening and navigate away for a new start. Eighteen is the number Holding on to only pictures, a reference of good memories that are captured as the best moment of someone's life... My life... That person who changed my life for ever and that I'd never experienced another similar feeling, which feels like if she's my first and only love and hopefully the first and last one because she is the one with who I want to be. Waiting for it to make its anxious come back. Considerations had been already taken, for the good or the bad. We'll find out together its resolution my love...