You know, I wanted to make this something positive and happy, but I think I want to be real more than anything.
I think about you.
And not in the way that I should.
Whoever she is, the one that you think about.
Well, you know, the one that brings that little smirk to your lips or makes you fix your hair incessantly.
I want to be her. I want to be the reason you get butterflies in your stomach.
I think about what it would feel like to kiss your lips, know your taste, drown in you.
My mind's already doing that, but I'm not that girl.
No, she's someone gorgeous and worthy of your time.
Well, at least I hope she is the latter more than anything.
You're this light in my life that's brought me joy, and I just want to make sure that you're okay.
And I wish I could tell you this instead of just saying it to a wall, because you're going to show up.
You're going to knock, and I'm going to let you in.
Because I will take you wherever I can get you, and if I'm the friend that you vent to, then I'll be her.
Now, let's just hope it passes and that these feelings don't stay for long.