Oh fuck I love the way you smile.
I have weak knees when I'm with you. If I stay longer, I might crumpled to the floor since the oxygen didn't go the brain to give orders for me to walk properly.
They are all stucked in the heart; pumping everything there. Then the brain freeze. The hand trembled. The voice going shaky. And I stuttered foolishly trying to create sentences to break the absence of communication between.
Let me yell out loud here--FUCK!