Right level of worth

Mystified is the perfect word to describe the usual reaction I have to your presence.
So much time passes and yet it feels like no time at all.
Everyone reunited once again after so much time spent apart.
There is something about the demeanor that you give off in a room.
The flawless beauty you posses defies the very ways of my calm.
Sitting there hoping that my nerves are not betraying my usual unshaken mood all I can do is stare in awe at you.
Straining my brain to try and think of anything that might involve me in the conversations taking place around me.
Then the thought of being out cased pops into my head.
Are they the enemy?
Am I theirs?
No everyone is smiling and laughing and your talking to me.
Still I can't shake the feeling.
I've picked myself up time and time again this time I'm just hoping that I'm finally on the right level of worth for you.