Sweet love.

It was late.

The lights were dimmed.

I stared at him. He stared right back.

It was always special, but something felt different tonight.

He leaned in and I felt my hands get clammy.

Up close his eyes were huge.

The blood was rushing to my head, all thoughts gone.

The butterflies were dancing.

Was this it;

The way true love showed?

My heart was racing, a din in my ears.

But alas no,

I had merely mistaken love

for a hypo.

 

 

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