what you do.
He makes the air I breathe thick. He makes my blood pressure rise. I can feel my face flush when he smiles.
The shared firendly smiles and remarkable banter give me butterflies.
You leave on Tuesday.
I can't help but feel sad. Melancholic. Depressed.
Did you know? Do you feel it?
why do you do this? Make me feel?
I will miss you.