When he held me, it was Earth - stable, solid and felt as old as trees, like we had never done anything else.
When he looked at me, it was Air - breath leaving my lungs and words failing me. I saw pink and hearts and rainbows and I knew I should be embarrassed, but I wasn't.
When he kissed me, it was Water - drowning, gasping, trying to tread water and keep myself steady, but they currents took me under and I knew I was a goner.
