Those secret glances are what keeps my heart beating.

They’re that needed jump start that shocks me into living again.

Into breathing again.

I catch your eye and it feels as if every secret passes between us.

I crave those secrets when I’m near you- yearn for them when I’m not.

It physically hurts when you look away- but only for a moment.

For the anticipation of the next time you’ll glance my way fills me with butterflies.

Jittery butterflies that swoop up high only to plunge back down like a vicious  roller coaster. 

And I never want to get off.