The forbidden fruit

It's in the way he looks at me,
It's in the way I look at him.

It's in how he acts around me,
It's in how I act around him.

It's in how I need him around me everyday, it's in how he wants me around him everyday.

The way my heart beats, the way my tummy has butterflies everytime I see him.

Is it weird; is it insane?
I need him like I need oxygen!
Is it crazy? Is it obsurd?
I need him like I need water?
Is it unheard of?
I need him like I need food.