Its not like the love I felt before.
It's like butterflies in my chest, not my stomach.
Like the summer night breeze caressing my face...
It's like moonlight in my veins.
I can't stop giggling, and my eyes sparkle again.
They start to get warmer, and lighter, and
I'm singing and dancing...
I can't sleep or eat or think...
My mind is so full of everything and nothing;
I cannot put 2 sentences together to form a coherent thought....
It's a longing to touch him and know he's happy too... it's more than that actually.
It's not even being with him as much as to know how he is,
Such a longing to talk to him and know him.
Learn him inside out and know what makes him tick.
Know his future and his past, and be his present...
I want Okinawa, and I want the Cali sun if it means he can be there too...
He's so far away and
I feel protected and safe, yet at the same time I feel like I’m in space.
I can't feel the ground, and I skip and I dance and I run.
I see the moon much clearer now.
Poetry cannot do it justice ...
I don’t know what to do with myself.
This thing isn’t me... it's not who I am or what I am..

....and I am so afraid of it.

But I am ready to conquer it.