Crush

Butterflies in the stomachs, irregular systoles and diastoles, the transitions of color on your cheeks. Then suddenly the air stills, and pregnants itself with the meaning from your thoughts. Even you realise that his speech starts to tangent from regular rhythm and pauses ever so slightly to turn a cheek in your direction. You are confronted with the perplexity of illusion and intuition, but rational sways your decision. Slowly innocuous gestures gain the capability to transform into acute signals. This is what it means to be faced by the intrigue of attraction.