We were just sitting beside each other and you were telling me about something that I'm sure is important, but my mind was too preoccupied. It already wandered off. In my head, I lost count of how many times I said "I love you".
I am lovestruck, madly, and deeply in love with you. How can you sit there and have lips that beg to be kissed, and eyes that are so easy to explore yet so hard to not be lost in?
I try my hardest to focus on what you're saying but I just can't. I am enchanted, entranced. I am hypnotized.
You inhabit my mind like a parasite, a love bug that I can't seem to get rid of. How, in a hundred thoughts of my future, you're there as a prerequisite and not an afterthought. How, in every love song I hear, it feels like it's made for us. How, in every love letter I write for you it feels like breathing. I love you, and how innocently clueless you are of how easy it is to love you.
You are a heart-stopper, a breath-taker. You've done things to me I can't undo. Good things. Butterflies-in-the-stomach good. I swear I could feel my muscles weaken and my bones shake as I try to linger in this daydream a bit more.
A faint laugh slipped out of my mouth, and I was snapped back to reality. My mind, it wandered off again. In my head, I lost count of how many times I said "I love you".
Now, what were you saying again, love?
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