Love is being a thousand miles away – and still be able to picture his eyes.
Love is walking into a crowded room of people – and know he’s in the room, because you get that feeling.
Love is when you’re lying in your bed at night falling asleep – and pretending he’s lying right there next to you.
Love is when he walks into the room – and you forget to breathe, your heart stops for that split second, you get that rush.
Love is missing him – before he leaves.
Love is never thinking you could have these kinds of feelings – and have them for him.
Love is more than just butterflies — it’s indescribable !!!

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