Crush.
I think I finally understand why they call it that,
Because knowing you,
Is like the biggest, tightest, warmest bear hug,
But like, with an actual bear that could rip my heart from my chest without warning.
But I don’t mind,
Because it is warm
And soft,
And I know that you are not a bear,
You’re much too gentle.
Too good.

I know that you’re too good for me,
But you insist that it’s something you can’t see.
But I’m glad for it.
I’ll take you as long as it takes you.