For the last few days I've felt so lost. At first I thought I would forget you but every time I catch a glimpse of you my heart jump starts like I'd been electrocuted. Silly isn't it? Deep down I hope it's nothing but an infatuation, a stupid little crush, but I know I've let it get out of hand.
Truth be told, I've spent far too many days daydreaming about 'us'. Almost obsessively so. Does it frighten you? I hope not, it's not like I follow you around. Merely, as pathetic as it sounds, I spend my days wallowing in the grief of what could have been. If we had stood a chance. If we weren't faced with this major obstacle, or is it this obstacle itself that makes this all the more appealing?
Perhaps my mind deliberately looks for the positive signs that you somehow might actually feel the same about me. Maybe it really is all in my head. Because I want it so bad. Because the impossibility of the situation makes me want it more. I don't fully yet understand it. But all I know is that I can't stop imagining the feel of your lips on mine. That first contact that ignites a passion so deep it's almost painful. A yearning so intense, not even a kiss can tame it, fuelled further by our own erratic heartbeats. You see what I'm constantly thinking about?
And it all started the first time I saw you. You literally took my breath away. The way your dark heavy brows hung low over your chocolate brown eyes, or maybe it was even the lighting making them sparkle with mischief and kindness. But there was definitely something felt, something unspoken between us. It was obvious in the way your eyebrows rose in brief surprise, your wide full mouth parting slightly, before you composed yourself. And ever since, I'd been too shy to look at you fully. Because in that moment when we first met, I responded in kind and you've been seeing right through me ever since.
Love always.
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