Lovesick 😪

This guy walks up to me and tells me I look sick, like my eyes look sickly. Honestly, I am not sick. I am just lovesick. 
Not lovesick in a way of missing an already existing love, but lovesick in a way of missing the thrill and excitement that comes with being loved and having someone to love.
My heart is craving these kinds of emotions. It's asking me to have sb to hug it. And that, has made me crave a completely nude body wrapped around mine in the same stature. Engulfed in each other so tightly that our hearts can speak to each other. And perhaps, that will make my heart dance in it's blood at the warmth it is embraced in. 

I am fucking lovesick. 
Writing this and my eyes are getting teary. I feel like there are a thousand atoms in me reacting to each other ready to explode. Is love and me so pararell that even getting attracted to sb is this hard?
How can my body and I be in such awe but my brain and heart have completely failed to sight sb to spark a fire and a life in them?
 I am so fucking lovesick, I might fall sick😭

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