"I've done a shitty job at telling you how I feel", he said. "I've only recently realized it myself".

"And what did you realize?" I asked, looking up at him through wet lashes.

"How deep this goes. You're in my bones, my soul. I couldn't get you out even when I tried. its more intense than anything I've ever felt".

"You make me want to write poetry and shout it from rooftops. You make me want to do the impossible and when you stare at me like that, I feel without a doubt capable of it".

"You make me feel".