I instinctively reach for my phone and he calls.
It's so fucking old-school.
Proper romance.
Butterflies in my stomach and all that.
The ecstasy hits me. It's beautiful and it's pure. I dance I dance I dance.
I want to kiss him.
I want to hold him.
I want to make love to him.
I want him, so much.
It's only his company that I seek.
Oh this cute little thing, he's stolen my heart.
I haven't felt this way in so long, so long.
I want to love him.
I only want to love him.
I want to love only him.
