Every time I would look at her, I could feel my heart fleeting in excitement.
Just knowing she's near, I get excited, but when she's not near, I see no need to be motivated.
But yet just talking to her and knowing she's still thinking of me gets me going.
It's like being wrapped in a blanket of love, it's so warm, and I can't really explain how much she's got me going crazy.
Crazy in love.
She makes me weak in my knees and I can feel myself stop breathing when she kisses me.
And I'm okay with that, she's everything to me, I wouldn't mind dying like that.

I would die already in heaven, if I were to die in her arms.

She is the safest place I could think of, even before we were together, I would cling to her.
She was the first thing I could think of, when I would be upset, she would be the first to know. She'd be there even if I couldn't be there for myself.
She was always there.

Always.

And when I realized I liked her, I felt so stupid, it was so obvious.
We couldn't be just friends, it wasn't going to happen.
And I'm so glad that it didn't, because I can't picture my life being any other ways.

Love is found in the least expected places~