curious

Thinking of why I smile. Why I laugh when no one is around. Why I imagine myself with you. Why I imagine myself without knowing you. Why I think of who you really are. Why I think of who I could be with you.

All these things run through my head when I see you at least once a day. All these things run through my head when I think of you at least once a day. And that "at least once a day"?...is a lot.

I don't understand it.

I can't wrap my mind onto it.

Thinking about it makes me wonder if it's real, or just something I made myself feel.

It just doesn't make since.

You're the person I have never imagined myself with. You're the "type" I see myself no even considering. And yet...it's happening.

*sigh*

I catch myself thinking about it a lot. About you, & me & what it could become.

I like the possible outcome.

But I'm scared as well.

Make it easier.

Tell me how you feel.
If you even feel anything.
And if you don't but want to...tell me anyways.