My pulse is racing. I can feel the rapid beat of my heart in my chest.
She tilts her head slightly as she moves forward, her eylids slowly closing over those beautiful green orbs.
I lean forward to meet her, and our lips press together. She is so soft, so gentle so wonderful. My hand slides up her arm, across her shoulder and I gently cup her face, as our kiss deepens, our passion increases.
With everything I am, with every fibre of my being, I tell her those words that she longs to hear.
I love you.
"Frustration is understandable.
Anger is unacceptable."