I wonder if you feel it too - the way the world around us falls into a blur when I'm with you, the way my eyes were fixated on you, with my brain telling me to stop while my heart tells me otherwise. And, amongst all that is unclear, is us - existing in complete clarity. I can still make out the details of your face - the wrinkles at the corners of your eye-smile, the arch of your eyebrows, your messy tuff of bed hair. I remember the way our voices tone down to a hush when we speak, it's like we constantly share a secret, one we don't want anyone outside of the both of us to know. It's like our little secret. I've always liked the idea of things being our little secret - it made me feel special. It makes me feel like what we have is special.