I don't think — I feel

I feel happy.
I feel love, tremendous love. Real, everlasting love.
  (everlasting is such a beautiful word, don’t you think?)
I feel like I’ll lead ya, Lídia, through a long and happy adventure,
  while at the same time you’ll be leading me through your world, through your eyes.
I feel the humble happiness of being lucky, extremely lucky,
  when the world can be so many times broken.
I feel free. Free to roam the world holding hands with you.
And I feel a timeless sense of adventure, of discovery,
  an excitement that consumes me. Amazes me. Burns my heart & soul & mind.
I feel fine, even though I’m not John or Paul.
I feel the touch of your thoughts, wherever I am — specially when I’m sleeping.
I never feel lonely, though I miss you dearly.
And sometimes I feel like in a dream, and I need to reach you, touch you,
  to assure myself that everything is real,
  but the same sea that I endear so much has taken you away,
  for days that could be seven lives of seventy seven cats.
I feel a need, a craving, to express my love,
  to turn into words what I feel —
  not because it’s complicated, because it’s not,
  but because it’s big. Bigger.
I feel a sureness, a certainty, a complete sense of pointing north.
I feel, I fell. I don’t think.
I just feel you.