The Truth

It doesn't matter where I am, who I'm with or what I'm doing if you call I'll answer. I'm scared. I'm scared to tell you how I actually feel. How I feel when I'm with you. How my heart skips a beat when I see you. How my ears smile when they hear your voice. My stomach gets butterflies when someone says your name. When I look at you I find myself gazing at you without any chance of a distraction. I sometimes find myself thinking of you, your smile, your eyes. I miss you. I miss the way you said my name. The way you looked at me and smiled. When you looked at me and you didn't have to speak because your eyes said everything you were thinking. 'Just friends' don't look at each other that way; the way you looked at me. The way I wish you still looked at me. I miss your arms. I miss the way they would hold me and make my world become at ease. Like nothing else mattered in that moment but you and I. Nothing could hurt me when you held me. I miss your kiss. Looking into your eyes always made me feel safe. Nothing could hurt me not even you. Your eyes were like a shield. Although you don't know it they said what your soul was thinking. My body craves your touch. The way you would run your hand over mine. Wrap your arms around my shoulders while you stood behind me and gently we danced in a sway. The softness of your lips as they pressed against every part of my body. Every time I see you all these feelings come back and I find myself wanting you all over again.