You could be right next to me, hand in my hand, other hand in my hair and I would still crave you closer to me

I think about you often
-more than friends should
I want to tell you everything about everything
-more than friends should
I miss you all of the time
-more than friends should
I crave your touch on my skin
-more than friends should
I dream about the sound of your voice and that wondrous laugh
-more than friends should
I desire the feeling of my head resting quietly in your lap
-more than friends should
I yearn for the next time I will be graced by your presence
-more than friends should
I love you
-far more than friends should

I think we met for a reason
I think the universe sent you to me intentionally
I think the connection we feel was built by the cosmos
I think that our paths were meant to graze one another
I do not know the reason yet, but I think I am going to fall in love with you

He isn't my type
He isn't what I would normally go after
but dear God, when we laugh until we cry together I swear nothing else in that moment matters

We aren't particularly similar
We aren't what I would normally work this hard to protect
but dear God, when he holds my hand as we drive home, I swear nothing could change what I feel

I am not who I thought I was all along
I am not sure what I am doing or why I am doing any of it
but dear God, when he is everything I can ever think about constantly, I swear I know this is real

We both liked the folded chips, the ones with the extra crunch
We both liked them the best, but you always saved them for me
It was a small gesture, but it was a gesture of love

We both liked to be the center of attention and sing or play guitar for everyone
We both liked to be the one with everyone’s eyes on us, but you always let me shine
It was another small gesture, but you never let me forget you loved me most

We both loved hard and powerful and passionately
We both loved in a way that I have still yet to match with another, but you always loved me harder
In the end it was my failure to connect that let us diminish into smithereens of failed high school sweethearts

And when all is said and done I’m still kind of hoping it’s me and you in the end