Love is being a thousand miles away - and still be able to picture his eyes. love is walking into a crowded room of people - and know he's in the room, because you get that feeling. love is when you're lying in your bed at night falling asleep - and pretending he's lying right there next to you. love is when he walks into the room - and you forget to breathe, your heart stops for that split second, you get that rush. love is missing him - before he leaves. love is never thinking you could have these kinds of feelings - and have them for him. love is more than just butterflies it's indescribeable.
