How many butterflies would I have in my stomach when I see you?
How dry would my mouth be when you call out for me?
How fast would my heart beat when I touch your feet?
Would I even blink once when you look at me?
Would I find the right words to speak to you?
How many tears would flow down my face, when you embrace me to your chest?
And what excuse would I make for all those wasted breathes?