He makes my head spin and my heart pound and my palms sweat.
He’s my wishes on the North Star and my dreams are filled with him and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I love spending time in his arms and the way his eyes light up when he gets excited or happy.
And you know what the best part is?
Sometimes, his eyes light up when they look at me. And it’s electrifying. And scary.
What if I do something to make that go away?
What if I screw up, like my parents did? I don’t want that, not with him. He’s too important, too loved.
I love being his princess and his love and I love being able to call him baby and love and being honest with him. It’s refreshing and he’s so worth the butterflies and the heart pounding and the nervous tummy feelings.
I really, really love him. It’s so scary you guys. But it’s so much sweeter and meaningful that way.