Love is being a thousand miles away and still be able to picture his eyes.
Love is walking into a crowed 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 indescribable.
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