He didn't know what this feeling was, but he knew it had something to do with her.
When he was with her, he couldn't help but smile, he couldn't help this feeling that coursed through his veins, spreading like wildfire.
And just one look from her set his pulse racing, just one touch made his blood hum with this feeling.
A strand of hair slipped from behind her ear, and his fingers twitched, resisting the urge to reach out and tuck it behind her ear.
He lifted his hand to his heart, and he could feel the rapid "Thump, thump" of his hearbeat racing beneath his fingers.
When had he started feeling this way? Feeling so much - too much until it hurt?
"What is this feeling?" His breath came out in a whisper.
Was this love?
He didn't know, he had never been in love, no one had ever loved him.
But then she turned and smiled, and even though he didn't exactly know what this feeling was, he knew, he knew it was something.
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We're Broken People
PoetryMaybe you don't know it yet, maybe you haven't noticed it, maybe you haven't felt it. But all of us, are broken somewhere on the inside. We've all been sad at one point or another, or depressed, or lonely. We've all been broken. ______________ Just...
