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Love is him, but I don't love him. At least not yet. ^.^ |
| Love is him holding me I love the way I can hear his heartbeat Love is him making me laugh I love the giggles That I can't control Love is the giddiness I feel I love these butterflies Swarming in my stomach Love is his lips I love his soft, warm lips Brushing against mine Love is him hugging me I love the warmth Seeping through his arms Love is him I love the way he is And how we are together |