The first time I saw you, I had to do a double take. It started with that.
You are flawless.
Then we talked. I tried to be funny, witty and charming. You were effortlessly all of those things.
I want to get to know you better… not just who you want to be or who you say you are or even what others might perceive you to be. I want to know you.
I want to know what makes you laugh uncontrollably. I want to hear about the time when you cried so hard you couldn’t breathe.
I want to hear all of your stories. The mundane and the great. I want to hear them all.
What keeps you up at night? What are you truly terrified of?
I want to know about your childhood. What were your parents like. Where did they take you in the Summer? What did they do to create such a remarkable human?
Who was your crush in high school? Were you a nerd? I bet you were, even though you’ll tell me you were cool. No one is cool in high school.
I want to know it all. Every detail from the beginning to now.
The moment everything changed, I’m sure you remember it too, it was a trice of euphoria. When we looked at each other it was no longer just a playful lust. The electricity between your eyes and mine created a physical spark.
From that moment on, I’ve been hooked. I catch myself in rapture with thoughts of you and I.
When you talk I can’t help but smile. The simple sound of your voice makes me giddy.
I’m infatuated by your smile; I want to be the reason for it. And those little dimples that form right before you’re about to laugh… I want to be the reason for that too.
Ah, to be falling.