Fingertips burn as I plan on reaching out. I shiver beside you as my body is ablaze. I basically have a heart attack whenever I look at your face. My memory does you no justice and I know it, but you catch me off guard without fail every time. I couldn’t even describe what you look like, or what you were wearing when I saw you two days ago, or the sound of your voice. I just know that I like it all.
There are so many things that I plan to say, plan to do, plan to tell you. But your name looks so good on my phone screen, and your smile so good as you approach me I forget.
You are distracting, to say the least.