When I’m with you,

don’t ask me why,

but I just feel like I’m flying,

soaring through the air,

wind blowing in my face,

my hair tousled and flying with its cool breeze,

that feeling of euphoria,

of perfect peace,

of serenity and calmness.

You make me smile,

like there is no tomorrow,

and it’s like every single smile with you,

is real and natural,

not forced,

not because I’m obliged to do so.

And I truly feel happy.