I will never apologize for loving too much. For giving until I have nothing left to give, everyone deserves that kind of limitless love, the kind where in that moment you know nothing matters but you and only you. That unspoken understanding that begins with unfaltering eye contact. Like making love without touch. Connecting with more than just empty words. Love, the honest kind, somethings are so intimate that words cannot describe their depth. An interlocking of eyes, hands, and lips. A softly bitten lip. But, most importantly, surrender. Not as if you were a victim or helpless. But, the security you feel regardless of your lack of defenses, trusting without fear.