I felt you.
I didn't admit it, not until later,
But I did.
You crept up on me,
The way the sunrise creeps over the horizon, burning a path across the sky.
At least that's what I had thought.
In reality, I knew what was happening.
And I didn't move to stop it.
I didn't want to.
Who wants to stop a wave?
There's no point. They come and go, whether we want them to or not.
I thought you would come and soon be gone.
But you stayed.