I loathe when you kiss me.
I would always feel tangled up in this unexplainable emotion. Butterflies aren't the only thing I feel.
No matter how hard I try, sparks will always be there and my knees are never strong enough to support me.
I hope I'm not the only one that feels this way because this feeling is addicting and I'm addicted to you.
I loathe when our lips meet.
