I stare into an empty room. I see nothing. I hear nothing. I smell nothing.
But - something’s here….do you feel it aswell?
My mind is a highway of cars and thoughts, and nomatter how long I drive for none of those roads cross with yours, so, I simply wouldn’t know.

And everytime you open your mouth- despite it being for words or a kiss- I start craving a little more.
Every squeeze from your hand, every snarky comment and smile keeps that craving going.
I’m not talking about a quick roll in the hay or a brief moment of feeling wanted.
I want something much bigger and way more unattainable.
Your love has become my one birthday wish.

We might be young and we might not last, but for right now, I know we would be great together.
Even despite you having absolutely ruined me, by foolishly letting me believe there could be more than 36 cats for me.
So I’m left hoping those big brown bambi eyes aren’t fooling me, because I think I might be falling.
Hard.
And I need you there to catch me.