Love is much too strong of a word. I barely know you, but I’m infatuated by you.
There was a spark from the moment we met. You felt it too, which is why things happened the way it did. Do you even remember what happened that day? I can’t believe I stayed in your section for hours. Upon leaving the first day, I had learned so much about you. Thinking about that day makes me smile.
I would go back just to see if you were working, and when you were- you’d sit afterward, have a drink, and chat with my friends and me. We were never alone like the first day.
After texting me, especially that one night, I knew you wanted more. It scared me. We both had someone and, although you’re human, it would distort this sense of perfection you have about yourself. I lost touch, on purpose.
Your smile never left me. So I had to find you again. Now that I have, I want to say inside jokes, say “Do you remember…?” and recall things you probably think I’ve forgotten, and have that flirtatious demeanor we’ve always had- but you seem happy and I think I am too. I don’t want to destroy that. (Plus I don’t want to creep you out.)
I just want to let you know- I want you. I have since I’ve met you. I want to know more about you. I wonder what it’s like to wake up to that smile. I wonder what being in a relationship with you is like.
I really hope you see this. I really hope you don’t see this.