How he felt

I relive it. In my head. Over and over and over again. I get excited. My heart races and reverberates through me. Heat rushes me head to toe. And this is just me remembering. I remember feeling like throwing up. The whole time. Eye contact with him was like staring into a sunset. The air felt warm and light. And for once my brain slowed down. I felt clarity. I felt heard. His hands felt like they were perfectly molded for my body. He caressed me like a delicate flower. His lips like soft clouds, pulling me in. His words like a sweet song, One I want on replay. But it was so much, Too much. I got scared. I didn’t want him to see me be vulnerable. Because everyone knows after a flower opens, It dies.