Your soulful eyes, soft full lips, quiet gentle voice and sandy brown hair.
I think I’m in love with you.
The way you move, the way you speak and more importantly, the way you smile.
I like the intensity you have on your face when you are thinking and that ease and cheeky-ness that you when you are relaxed.
I like you for more than what you portray yourself to be to others.
I like how honest you are with me and I to you.
I like that you let me be that little strange-ling that I am sometimes.
That you put up with my quirks and tantrums when they happen.
I think I love you.
I can’t be sure yet; you blow hot and cold half the time.
And sometimes you are never even around when I need you.
I can’t be sure yet because sometimes I don’t know what you want.
I don’t think you know what you want; I don’t know if this is what I want either.
But I think I’m in love with you, and until I decide this is just another infatuation, I would like to remain in love with you.
I’m hoping, that perhaps, you would too.