With You

I've been kind of averse to writing down my feelings about this person for a really, really long time... well not that long... but since I've started feeling this way.

This person is unattainable, and I'm not sure I want to want him... I just kind of like what we have. I think this is closer to "love" than how I've ever felt about any boy who I've written passionate poetry about or fantasized about... because I don't know that that's how I feel about him.

But let's explore this.

I really like your teeth. And therefore I really like your smile. I really, really like your taste in music, because it has so much in common with mine.

I really like your swagger, and I really LOVE your passion for the world. I like how you know who you are but still think I know me better even though I look up to you so much. I really like your generosity and your taste in food.

And I love how you're unafraid of loving what you love to do. I love your healthy appreciation for trouble, and fearlessness in the face of seeming obnoxious.

We have so much in common, but you're so much more, and I want to learn more about you. Sit and have you tell me about more of the things you've loved.

And I love that I can stare at you for hours, listen to you forever and never get bored. I don't need to talk about me because you get my mind off of everything and when you're talking I can't think of anyone but you.

I love that. With you, my mind is quiet. I am at peace.

This is special because it's not that I think I can't live without you, it's just I really like how things are when you're around. With you, I'm not who I "truly" am, I'm who I want to be.

Yes, that is how I feel, with you.