I wish I could tell you exactly how you make me feel.
I’d tell you about the warmth I feel in my whole body and the way I can’t eat sometimes because I’m thinking of something cute you did or said, that makes me feel like maybe you’re as crazy about me as I am for you.
You make me feel desperate. The way that an addict does without a fix. You make me feel like the world’s greatest tragedy would be if I could never hold you again.
Your face is perfection. It’s not that I don’t see the inherent flaws, rather that they don’t matter. I’ve seen snow capped mountains, and beaches, oceans and deserts. I have seen cities and thousands of passers by, and none of that compares to the way you look when you smile. You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
You make me feel humbled. You make me feel like the luckiest girl in the world because you choose to invest your time in me. To hear you call me beautiful, or say that you miss me makes me want to cry. How did I get so lucky to have caught your attention?
I wish I could tell you that I am hopelessly in love with you, and every time I’m with you it threatens to slip out whenever you gaze into my eyes, or stroke my hair while I’m falling asleep.
I love you, I love you, I love you.