when i see him
i don't feel butterflies in my stomach
instead i feel warmth within my chest
i hear church bells and intoxicating music
he makes me see the good in everything
he makes me want to be good and do good
with him i see myself as more than my past
i see myself as something of beauty despite my flaws
with him i am something special
because of him i don't only think of the good parts of you
i don't think of me opening the door for you every time you came back
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4 more days of hell until spring break whoop
