i do not have the courage to tell you
that my heart has already made a promise to yours.
how do i tell you that i long to fall in love with your laugh,
with the way you order your coffee at the coffeshop,
that my hands sometimes suddenly feel empty when they
realize they haven’t held your palms.
how do i tell you that everyone else seems like settling
after meeting you. everyone is a detour back to you dear friend,
everything leads me back to you.
maybe you’d know if you saw me sometimes; the way you make me
laugh, the way i feel like everything i’ve wanted love to be has become
complete since meeting you.
how do i tell you i am terrified.
that i do not think you could feel half of what i feel for you, that
i could never compare with all the girls out there, that though i know
our lives have crossed, i am afraid we might part ways, and it feels
familiar- the pain of losing you, of not having you.
how do i tell you dearest
that i am throwing every caution to the winds in loving you
placing your happiness out there, letting you go,
because if letting you go means i love you, then know
that i love you.