I'm not in love with you.
I'm in love with the idea of you.
In love with the stolen smiles.
Still shy.
Faces touching. Breathing in your breath.
Your finger on my cheek.
I'm in love with discovering you.
With the drifting conversations.
Laughter.
Hands entwined. Resting on your chest.
Our words hanging above.
I'm in love with the fire in you.
With the brush of your fingertips.
Weighted.
Anticipating. Your hands scrunched in my hair.
Mouth pressed on to my own.
I'm not in love with you.
I'm in love with the promise of you.
Heady. Tantalizing.
But a flawed intimacy.