He does.

He makes my heart pound like it’s going to burst from my chest. He makes me smile from ear to ear. He puts butterflies in my tummy. He makes me feel like I’m the only person in the world that matters. He holds me close and tells me all the right things.

But when he goes, he brings that lump to my throat when I’m not sure if I’m devastated that he’s going, so happy that he’s been here, or a combination of the two. It breaks my heart every time i watch him drive away.