It started with your words.
Its like I covered myself in glue, each one stuck and felt a part of me.
I don’t know why but I knew I was supposed to know you, right from the start.
Different. It’s the only word I can attribute to this feeling you give me, but it does no justice.
I can’t look at you. I can’t look at you without this pain in my stomach, the kind I get when listening to a really great song.
You make me feel less and more at the same time. I’m being me and I can’t get enough of you.
Beautiful baby please don’t go away.