Something about being scared to put words to this.
Something about magnets.
Something about biology and philosophy and all of the reasons I pull you closer.
Something about proximity and fingertips.
Something about ambiguity that doesn’t feel very ambiguous at all.
Something about feeling full to the brim.
Something about writing about you as soon as you leave to keep you here longer.
Something about doing everything in the wrong order and being okay with it.
Something about crying and bed-sheets and taking off my socks.
Something about trying new things,
like rain and speaking my mind and being on a level playing field.
Something about power dynamics.
Something about holding my own and holding my breath and holding your hand.
Something about languages and words and meaning.
Something about your voice on the phone for the first time.
Something about stairwells and sidewalks.
Something about risk and reward and leaps of faith and losing faith and gaining trust.
Something about your hometown.