Sometimes I think I'm over-reacting, or that I'm just misreading my own feelings.
But then I'll be with you alone in my room, or alone in your car, and you'll hold me and pull me close, laughing and kissing my neck.
Leaving little love bites in discreet places because it's our little secret.
And just when I think it can't get any
better thank this, you'll give me that look, gently grasping my chin and pulling me closer, placing your lips on mine.
And then I smile and think to myself, yeah, I really love you.
