You're sitting across from me and all I can think of is how your lips would feel against mine.
You get up to sit next to me and I can almost see my chest rising and falling so fast that I begin to think if you've noticed, too.
You stare at me in a way that gets me all chocked up.
You brush your fingers through my hair and the feeling of your fingertips on my neck is so familiar.
Hold me close, and tell me you still love me.
Tell me not a day has gone by, since we've stopped talking, where you haven't loved me.
Tell me that even though you hate me for all the times I've hurt you, you will still hold me.
Hold me, and never let me go.