talking about him,
laughing with him,
crying for him,
looking at your pictures, gives me butterflys in my belly.
hearing your voice, makes me lose my owne.
beeing around you, makes me want to hold you.
hugging you, makes me feel at home.
seeing you, makes me want to know you.
knowing you makes me want to like you.
likeing you, makes me want to love you.
and i think to myself...
heart "to late" heart
