you are my everything, even with nothing to say

Love. Butterflies. Lust. I don't know what exactly it's called, it's almost more than words. But he looked at me. And it wasn't just a look with his eyes, but a look with his soul. As if he could see right through the surface into my depth. And then he kissed me. And it wasn't just a kiss with his lips, but a kiss with his whole heart. As if I was the only person he'd ever want to kiss. And it felt amazing and it felt right. He felt right. Not in the way that a pair of jeans feels right but in the way that when your mom hugs you, it feels right. And my stomach fluttered and my fingertips tingled and goosebumps popped up on my arms and legs kinda like when someone blows air on the back of your neck, yet it was totally different. Different from anything I'd ever felt before. And I didn't want to scream or cry or jump or laugh, I just wanted to look at him. And it wasn't cliche or cheesy or corny, it just was and I can't explain how great that felt.