didn't think it was possible to love or to be loved this much by one person. this genuine, innocent feeling that brings butterflies to my stomach, the heat rise to my cheeks, my pulse race. what's it called again? oh, right. love. that's it.
didn't think it was possible to love or to be loved this much by one person. this genuine, innocent feeling that brings butterflies to my stomach, the heat rise to my cheeks, my pulse race. what's it called again? oh, right. love. that's it.