A Feeling For You

What is this wonderfully strange new feeling? A mysterious wonder that causes me to think of you more obsessively than anyone I've ever thought of before. It seems not a moment can pass without me dreaming about you. Like a ghost, you haunt my soul.

Yet, my rationality informs me that this can't possibly be love. Hardly do I know you; I only know your face, name, and that you fancy me as well (plus whatever bits you post on your Facebook page). Are these enough that I dare call this feeling by such a sacred word? I think not.

Perhaps then, this is lust. But if so, then what a beautiful sin this feeling is!! A burning desire to do anything you wish of me; Your happiness being the most cherished of gifts. Not a night passes without me longing to caress your fine body in my arms; Hoping you will accept such a bold embrace. Softly would I sweep my fingers down the rolling hills of your youthful skin, brimming with your finely-tuned muscles. To lay with you, wherever you lay, would be more magical than floating alongside the clouds. Then, when I wake, the first sweet sight my serene-filled eyes will fall upon shall be the gentle bliss that radiates from your smiling face. I only hope your eyes reflect the affections you can see in mine.

My one fear in this world of cruelest realities, would be that your own feelings are not akin to mine.

Friends say you like me. It is a step up from uninterested, but what does it mean to like? I like a lot of things; Vibrant colors, cuddly cats, sweet lullabies, the strokes of my keyboard's keys brushing against my fingertips as I type these words. But none of these lovely things compare to how I feel about you.

I'm also told you want to get to know me. This is a hopeful sign that you, too, are looking for something more than a single night of giggling under and over the bed sheets. A valiant trait found scarce among men your age. By proclaiming this, I hope you are hinting that you want to know me before getting to know my body. If this proves true, I will be your admirer forever. If it proves false, I will understand and forgive you. Yet, never shall I be able to put my full trust in you again, out of fear of a broken heart.

Optimism causes me to look forward to the future, hoping that it might be one I can spend learning what it means to fall in love with you.

The past causes me to question the possibilities of this new future. Will I naively wander an unfortunate road, similar to the ones I've already traveled?

No power in this unpredictable world can tell me what this feeling I have for you will become. I can only struggle to be patient, wait, and accept things as they come.

End.