This is not about a “safe haven.”
It's not about smooth stability.
This is wild love.
The kind that blows your mind, breaks logic, and bares your soul to the core.
This is love that doesn't ask if you're comfortable.
It doesn't wait for you to be ready.
It just comes — bursts in.
And everything in you starts to live differently.
You can't think.
You can't sleep.
You constantly want more: his words, his breath, his touch.
It's not about calmness.
It's about the greed of feelings.
When you look at him, it seems like the world is burning.
And you're not afraid.

Wild love is not comfort.
It's risk.
It's sleepless nights.
It's arguments that make you tremble.
It's kisses that make you lose your bearings.
It's: “I can't live without you, even if you drive me to tears.”

💔 It's love where passion is like a hurricane.
Where the soul is laid bare without filters.
Where you are ready to be real, without protection, without masks.
Because you feel:
“This is it. Mine. Too strong. Too deep. Until it hurts. Until it's blissful.”
And yes, such feelings are not always forever.
But they are for life.
They leave a mark. On the body. In the memory. In the heart.
You can be with someone else later.
But this wild love...
It will live somewhere inside you.
Like a pulse. Like a scar. Like proof that
you know how to love not by the rules, but with your whole being.