It’s like finding a heart that beats the same as yours

When really it’s the way you smelled when you met

The eyes that you couldn’t tear away from

The hands that looked so soft and easy to hold.

Hearts don’t know the first thing about love

It’s the way our bodies meet and touch

It’s glances at things that most would not notice

It’s brushing of fingertips on soft, bitten lips.

It’s memories that cannot be recreated

No matter how hard you try.

It’s feelings that cannot be described with words

It’s words that cannot be described with actions.

It’s uncontrollable heartbeats and smiles

Pulses and breaths and a little bit of sweat.

It’s almost like you can’t breathe.

So distracted, I’ve forgotten what they call it.


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