Baby, all I want for Christmas is you...

It's the kind of feelin that you can't explain.
The kind that makes anything possible.
The kind that makes it seem as though there is a thin layer of air between your feet and the ground, and you're never going to fall.
The kind that sends chills all the way from your head to your toes.
The kind that leaves you with a promise of return.
The kind that assures you that it will be there when you wake up in the morning.

The kind that is terrifying.
The kind that could easily be taken away from you.
The kind that, if lost, could never be replaced.


The kind that's worth the risk.