Rush. Flutter. Bubble.Love.
From the moment I saw you, my whole world stopped.
My heart quite literally dropped.
It rushed.
It fluttered.
Those butterflies bubbled in my chest.
Rush. Flutter. Bubble
Rush. Flutter. Bubble.
I remember walking up to you that first time, wiping my sweaty palms against my cool jeans.
"Will you go out with me?" I asked.
You smiled shyly, a slight blush grazing your cheeks.
Date after date, I felt elate.
Weeks turned to months, and look at us now.
We talk.
We laugh.
We smile.
There's never a dull moment.
Late at night, as I drift off to sleep,
Your name pops up on my phone
"You make it home okay?"
"Goodnight."
"Sweet dreams."
I smile at the message.
Is love real?
Well, it must be true:
Because I love you.
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