You have the gentlest hands and when your words touch me, they do so in whispers.

Each time you pass me in the hallways of cyberspace and brush your arm against mine,
I stop and wait for my beating heart to steady itself.

You will never be mine. 
And you will never not be… 

“I’ve never met someone who can match up to you—and I don’t think I ever will. 

I can assure you that none of them take my breath away like you do.

And you really do.

People say it all the time: ”you took my breath away”

But you actually do.

I often forget to breathe around you.”