The way he looks at me.
My breathing stops.
My heart races faster.
I feel his touch.
His warm embrace.
I wish he would never let go.
Not for a second.
When I�m with him it feels so surreal.
Like a dream.
It�s still way too good to be true.
There has to be a catch.
A flaw of some sort.
Something.
But I can�t find one.
Maybe there is none.
Maybe he is for real.
Maybe I�m not dreaming.
Maybe just maybe it is good enough to be true.
