I've told you once that I'm not a firm believer of the future, that I don't cling so much in it
Since it feels like I will only be disappointed if I keep my faith on it.

But ever since you made me feel something like my stomach is tied into so many knots that boy scouts would be jealous.
Butterflies filling it in that gardens would be envious,
and hot flashes flashing in that cameras would be covetous

I started and can't stop doing now something that is for me a future thing.

And that is waiting...
Waiting for you to feel the exact same ******* great feeling you've made me feel.