When I’m not with you, I yearn for you. When I am with you, I can’t stop kissing you, pressing close to you, taking in your delicious cologne and shivering at the way you touch the small of my back. I look forward to our time out together and our time behind closed doors. I look forward to wild nights and peaceful mornings when I wake up to a kiss on the forehead or a silly good morning and grin.

My roommates call me a smitten kitten. I deny it, so readily, because of all the pain I’ve had before. Because I want to deny the feelings. I’m scared of letting them manifest again.

I forgot how good it feels to just be so excited about someone. So intrigued.

We are still very new. Fresh.

I can’t deny it to myself or anyone else anymore.

I am a smitten kitten. As vulnerable as that makes me feel. But no one ever got far without risking their heart.

-C