Maybe I do.

His fingers locked between mine felt like a burning fire. The crowd volume went down, the people is blurred like an oil painting my vision focus on him. His delightful smiles appearing his deep dimples, his hair was like the leaves of tree being blown by the air, butterflies out of no where is dreaming with me.

I never felt this kind of excitement before. I wish it last forever. But then a multiple snaps and laugh ruined the imagery of mine.

"Huh? What?" He bite his lips like a kid to stifle his laughs, his pointed nose is scrunching like a fine thin paper that can literally cut you if you slide your finger on its edges.