You make me feel a feeling that I can't put into words.
And I can put everything into words.
I look at pictures of you, and my chest gets heavy and it hurts to breathe, because the weight of your beauty is resting on my lungs.
I can't talk, because the thought of us kissing is closing up my throat.
My stomach is coming alive with butterflies, because your presence has dived inside it and cocooned all the caterpillars.
I feel like dying, I feel like I'm flying.
Why is it like this?
Also, why can't it always be like this?