Feelings are intense.

I can’t sleep alone anymore, I’ve tasted what it was like sleeping next to you, and oh god, sleeping alone I swear has never felt right again.
(These nights are long knowing that I’m not laying with you.)
That’s how you know you love someone, I guess, when you can’t experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too.
Kaui Hart Hemmings, The Descendants  (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

(Source: psych-facts)