To be curiously stricken with the brief flutter of wings.
To hands that resonate with sweat.
Or to a simple glance in your direction every 55 and half seconds.
To have all of these, the phrase “a crush” would be used upon what I feel for you.
But seven months later I’m still looking to you like it was the very first time we met.
Seven months later I’m still getting lost in your words like a child does a story, I still get butterflies right before seeing you and get real nervous asking for a kiss.
Seven months later and I’d still be describing all the things I adore about you, so I’ll let the words I love you do the rest.
I love you.