The Feeling I Love

That feeling you get where there are thousands of butterflies in your stomach.
That feeling you get when he accidentally brushes your arm.
That feeling you get when he looks into your eyes and you seem to lose track of everything.
That is the feeling I love.
That is the feeling I have whenever he is around.

Whenever we talk nothing else matters because nothing else exists.
Our playful banter, our meaningful conversations, our joined laughter.
It seems perfect, it feels perfect, it sounds perfect, it is perfect.
That is the feeling I love.
That is the feeling I have whenever he is around.

The way he looks, the way he laughs, the way his hair catches the light.
The way he smiles, the way he feels, the way his laughter sounds so light.
The way he walks, the way he talks, the way his being there seems so right.
That is the feeling I love.
That is the feeling I have whenever he is around.

The thought of his hand holding mine.
The thought of his arms holding me close.
The thought of his lips pressed against mine, it sends shivers up my spine.
I feel a smile cross my face and my heart begins to race.
That is the feeling I love and that is the feeling I have whenever he is around.