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His image is permanently etched behind me eyes.
His voice is twisted and twined around my mind.
His very existence is a part of my soul.
Is this what love is?
The constant pang in my heart when I see him.
The butterflies in my stomach at just a thought of him.
The shivers down my spine with just one touch.
If this isn't love, what is?
He looks at me and I melt.
His voice enraptures all that I am.
Being without him make my heart ache constantly.
Do I love him?
Yes. Actually I do.
And it kills me to have him so far away.
It kills me to be without that love.