Your face is only inches from mine.
I can see the line where the dark brown of your iris
Meets the deep abyss of black that is your pupil.
I can feel your soft breathe in my face.
Your perfect lips are moving,
Saying words that my mind cannot comprehend
Because your beauty is taking up all of its attention.

Suddenly we're both moving forward.
The suspense is killing me.
I can feel my heart in my throat,
The butterflies flutter rapidly.
.
.
.
I wake up in a cold start
Hugging air.
After all, I'm the only one head over heels.