You make my heart hurt. I'm not going to be all poetic and say, "Oh how I long to be with you." I am simply going to say, "I love being around you."

My stomach does triple flips when I'm around you and sometimes I wonder how I manage to not spontaneously toss my cookies when I see you.

My heart thinks it is a metronome, a broken one for that matter. My heart thinks it has the stability to beat faster than 250 bpm (maybe someday it'll realize that it can't).

My brain constantly forgets what day of the week it is, or what time I'm supposed to take my medicine, but miraculously it remembers your birthday, your least favorite color, and your middle name.

Lastly, my soul is unsure of so many things; which way is right and how to face the things which I fear, but the one thing my soul is set on, is you.