If I said what has been on my mind the last 3 weeks, I’d be in some major trouble.
Let’s be honest, let’s be free for a few minutes, can I? Your smile. Good Lord, your smile. You could see it from across a room full of people. Your sense of humor, your randomness, your heart, your goodness…and did I mention that smile?
I’m not supposed to feel this way. I’m not supposed to think about you before I go to bed, or when I wake up. I’m not supposed to dream of watching the sunsets with you or trying new things that I know you like to do. I’m not supposed to want to wake up next to you in the morning. I’m not supposed to want to fix your broken heart. I’m not supposed to want to be the one who shows you what love can be and how it should feel. But I do. I just do.
Worst of all….I have NO idea if you feel remotely the same.