Tell me something interesting.
Make me notice you, and only you.
Make me marvel at how your eyes light up when you laugh.
Glance at me then look away.
Look at me like nothing matters.
Caress my face as if you love me.
Kiss me as if with your last breath.
And dance with me as if with your first.
Tease me with the smell of you.
With implied promises in shadowy corners
Teach me to believe in the magic
Of feeling invulnerable, desirable, and alive.
Light me up with your hands, your tongue, your nervousness
Your awkward confessions and bashful goodbyes.
Your compliments and shared hopes which seem, and are, too good to be true.
Then walk away, and take the sunshine with you.
Not all love stories are long stories.
Even my inner romantic knows that.
But... thank you for making me believe, albeit briefly
That the world remained full of possibilities.