A look from him is like oxygen.
I don't know if I'd be able to keep breathing without him.
I hate it when he looks away, it feels like my heart stops beating.
He knows it, too. He knows no matter what he says I'll still love his words.
No matter where he goes, I'll follow him every single time.
He knows I love him. He knows how I feel.
Because I'm starting to think it's true. Do I love him?