I love this feeling

I love that I can feel this way—this quiet, profound, poignant, tender trembley feeling. I love that I want him to play for me, and he wants to play for me too. I love that I listen to songs and tremble and feel like I just want to hold his hand. I love that I want to hold his hand, and I think he wants to hold mine too. I love that I long to be near him, and I even love my timidity in doing so. I love how quickly he gets back to me, and I love the feeling I get when he does. I love all the things he makes me feel—giggly, confused, tender, intense. I love the intensity, I love how my heart beats when he strums the guitar. I love the entire situation, even for the bad feelings it creates in me, because this is just amazing. It’s amazing to feel a way about someone and to feel that they may feel the same. I love our shared tastes and where they differ, I love all the little things he remembers and all he doesn’t. I love the looks he gives me sometimes, like he wants to be close to me in the exact same way I want him near me.
I love this feeling, I love this feeling, I love this feeling.