You and I – companions, yet at times adversaries,  
we are akin to the stubborn clash of oil and water:  
elements repelling one another, yet bound inextricably,  
Unable to sever the ties that bind us, no matter how  
tainted our love may appear with each utterance of devotion.  

“I THINK I’m in love,” a phrase that sends shivers down
the spine, as daunting to voice as it is to ponder; a relentless
battle within oneself, questioning the authenticity of such feelings.  

“Do they feel some kind of way?” becomes the haunting
echo in our minds, as we yearn to be known as “us.”

Yet, while “Us” dances seductively in our thoughts,  
a luscious word, what of the truth that resides within our hearts?