It’s an odd type of love I have for him
A sort of knowingness, as if he’s a safety net
That will save me from my self-destructive tendencies.
I find him to be, at this moment, in the center
Of my thoughts, of my brain
And at first, I wished to deny that he existed in there as more than a friend
But now, I find myself okay with the possibility that I could be falling in love with him
It’s as if he can read me like just another poster on the wall
But chooses to take the time and notice
And that sort of flattery, I never thought I’d learn to appreciate receiving
From someone like him
He’s not what I had in mind when I pictured a knight in shining armor
But in a way, he’s better.
More reachable, more realistic
And as much as I tried to prevent the thought of him from sinking in to my heart
He fits right in.
And maybe in a day or two, he will do something foolish that removes him
From this area of myself which I have only let a few enter,
But right now, I’m happy he’s right there; constantly, in my thoughts
And I’m not sure why
But I’m filled with joy at the thought of his awkward smile
And his perverse, or semi-cruel jokes
And the feeling of pure bliss I get when he nudges me
And I'm not sure why
But I think I'm falling in love again
And I think I'll end up broken again
But whatever the end result is...
I’m happy that he’s taken a place in my world
And I really hope I've taken a place in his.