For all book lovers. What do you think of my writing in this small piece?

The feelings I got when I saw him whirled inside of me forming one big, colorless bundle that rested in my chest like a stone. I imagine myself dashing at him then hugging him. Bowing against his shoulder, I would whisper in his ears. “I miss you.” his tender smell, lulling me to sleep. May be his plume, porous cheeks and his green, teary eyes remind me of a helpless kid, sitting on the sidewalk, crying in the rain. My heart told me that he needed love. But a love of a girl, not a boy.