She takes my breath away.

I got home today, and I went by her house and saw her raking leaves on her front lawn. I pulled over to the curb and she came over to talk to me. Her hair was blowing in the wind, but her face lit up as she talked to me. I told her that she was always on my mind while I was away. She told me I was on hers.

We need to find some time so that we can be alone. There is so much I want to know about her. So much I want to tell her. And there is the fact that I want to hold her close to me. To feel her lips against my lips. Her body against mine.To look deep into her eyes as I kiss her. The way she looks at me tells me that she feels the same way.

We seem to share so much, to be so comfortable with each other, and able to fall back into very pleasant conversation whenever we see each other, which isn't nearly often enough. The way I feel about her, there would never be enough time. So I treasure every moment I have with her.

When I'm with her, she takes my breath away, and time seems to stand still. It's as if the universe itself conspires to bring us together. Being with her feels so natural.