I shake just a little bit when I’m around him. My mind goes blank sometimes and my stomach is full of butterflies knocking at my ribcage. My cheeks flood crimson when he compliments me, or even says my name. His eyes…oh my god his eyes. They’re the color of the deep ocean, and yes it’s cheesy, but no, it’s not a lie when I say I could literally stare into his eyes for hours at a time because they’re just so mesmerizing. His lips are soft, and they fit with mine perfectly. When we kiss, it seems as if we’re the only people in the world. His smile brightens up the whole room no matter what’s happening. His cheeks are dotted with tiny freckles, and when he blushes they disappear. His voice is so soothing, and so seducing at the same time. He could talk to me for hours and I would stay up just to hear him. Him and his words and his voice and his laugh and him. The way he strokes my arm when we’re kissing, or the way he holds my head in his hands. The way when he compliments me, he really wants me to believe it. The way when he says my name I get shivers, just because it’s my name escaping his mouth. The way we argue about who loves who more (it’s totally me who loves him more). The way he whispers those three delicate words in the hallway to me like they’re hanging on a string. Like they’re gentle. Fragile. Breakable. The way he tells me it’s all going to be okay. The way he holds me when we’re cuddling. The way I feel when I’m with him. Like nothing could ever go wrong, like he’s there to protect me. I’m always scared I’m going to lose him somehow. He’s going to leave me one day, or he’ll move, or I’ll move, or something horribly wrong will happen and I fear that every day. Love is a very strong word, and I might not know what love is yet, but I feel like I’ve never felt before. Like I could last like this forever, just in his arms, never wanting to let go. I don’t know what love is, but I think this is the feeling.
The Feeling of Infinity.
