the way he played his guitar ... the way he drank his coffee ... the way he did n't bother with his hair , the way he laughed at me , the way his silver eyes cut to me from across a room and he could determine in once glance if i was alright or if i needed to be rescued , the way he protected me from everything , even myself ... but most of all the way he made me feel when we 're together , when we 're not together , hell the way he made me feel anything at all ... the butterflies and blushing ... the rush of it all .