I want this so much.
There are so many reasons why this should not or could not happen.
I tell myself I will not let this happen.
I wont laugh, smile, touch, give you any idea that this is an option.
But then I see you, and like ice cream in the sun, I am a puddle.
Laying melted on the floor
I touch your strong arm, laugh at your jokes, smile with both my mouth and eyes.
I am a goner.