We are running along the way, holding hands.

It feels good, it feels amazing, and I love it.

Being by your side was a goal I wanted to achieve for years, and it feels so incredible.

As we walk, my feet touches the warm ground, toes brushing trough the smooth grass.

Your face lights up as you see the sun setting down, and the moon climbing out to play with us on this warm night.

"I wanna tour the world with you, never letting you go."

We rarely talk, we rarely touch, but this time it's okay.

While I think I hold your hand, it doesn't happen, only in my dreams.

I fell for you, and I constantly keep on falling.

But it's different.

This is not love, I don't even know what this is.

It's most likely deeper than that.

My feelings don't have words.

My love is not between our bodies, I don't want your touch.

My love is for your soul, that is what I like.