Wishing Whimsically

"Oh, Adalia." 

Ever seen something so adorable. you just go completely feral? It was like that with her, always with her.

Emotions bubble. They boil, they overflow. At the slightest of words, the most random of things, and suddenly you're gone… you've bubbled, boiled, a foamy pot of feelings and thoughts spilling over and you just wanna empty yourself, express it all, and you wanna do so so badly like it's all that'll ever matter in your life. 

Right then, Adalia had me in a roiling boil.

I don't know if she completely understood why I suddenly threw myself on her, nearly tripped her off her feet, send the world flying before her eyes—and then the sudden stop. Her hat landing slumped into the snow. I was all over her. The cold of her body against the warmth of mine. 

"Sorry, just…" I tried to speak, but words? I didn't even know what they were no more. "Let me have this for a bit. I need this."