I miss the chase...
Of not knowing if he liked me or not.
Of over analyzing everything he said.
Of figuring out if my hugs were longer, or anymore special.

I miss the butterflies...
Of not knowing when I was going to see him.
Of having a smile bigger than my face when I did.

I miss the chase...
Of hoping he felt the same way I did.
Of knowing that however many guys I talked to, he was the one I wanted.

I miss the feeling...
Of seeing him when I didn't think I would.
When I got the extra smile.
Or my friends scheming so I could spend time with him.

I have him.
We're together.
I miss the chase.