It's that feeling you get when your helplessly in love. The way you can't get over how their words drip like honey from their lips. Or how their eyes glow like veins under a black light. You can only imagine them as prefect.
They way your name spills from their lips, if only in your mind, sounding like a gun range, only softer, more passionate. How it makes you drunk with every sip. It's the feeling you get when they walk by, and you smell their cologne, strong, sticky, filling the lungs with heavenly toxin.
Or when a smile passes from their lips, it's how you imagine the taste of their skin. Sweet, powerful, irresistible to touch. It's the feeling you can't let go of when you make eye contact, like the clicks of a key board falling into prefect rhythm. It's the way you feel when you're not even talking, just absorbing their sentient.
It's the same feeling when they say good-bye.