How do I even explain how I feel?

The butterflies, the nervousness, and all other clichés .

You understand me and how my crazy mind works.

You enjoy my stupid little stories and my randomness.

And I enjoy yours too.

But, alas, these people don’t think the same we do.

 We can’t freely show affection like “normal” people because we get strange looks.

But, is there really a normal?

 Why is our school against us going to prom together?

Why?

 We’re like any other couple.

We care for each other the same way others do.

How are be different?