When he's with me, it's like a thousand crystals are surrounding me.
When he's near me,
I feel an annoying gravatational pull toward his being, like we're both magnets.
When his eyes reach mine,
I swear my heart flip-flops in my chest and thuds about 100 beats a second.
When his arm rests itself on my shoulder,
I feel like I'm on top of the world, like no one can ever even dream of getting to me.
When he holds me close and pulls me into his hard, muscular chest, my brain feels fuzzy and my vision a blur.
When he plays with a lock of my hair, I can feel my cheeks warm, turning a perfectly embarrassing shade of rose.
When he says,
"Don't worry. I promise I will take care of everything," my whole world dances in front of me, bursting with all sorts of psychedelic colors.
And when he's with his friends and says,
"I'm sorry, I just don't feel about you that way,"
I feel my mind shatter into trillions of pieces,
leaving my brain impenetrable,
my skin pure ice,
just like his heart.