I used to read books with relationships in them and think:
that guy? The fool who can't think straight?
I will never be him.
Beating himself up when he says something stupid,
thinking about her all the time,
feeling those butterflies when she is near,
always wanting to talk to her.
Well, that was before I met you.
Now, there is that split-second before you respond that has me agonizing over what I said,
I always think about you, how beautiful you are, and how gratifying it is to see you laugh,
Butterflies? All the authors I’ve read couldn't prepare me for this migration happening in my stomach,
I remember the first time you texted me first, you should have seen me, bursting at the seams for joy.
I thought all these things were only cliches.
Before I met you