You

How can this be?

How can it be I've only known you for days, weeks, but you're all that I ever think about now?

Is this just me? Just me mulling over the fact that I like you, and because of that, the like grows stronger and pulls me in?

Or is this the first stages of... who knows what? The only other time I've ever felt this towards another person was so long ago, I've forgotten what it feels like.

What is this thing I'm feeling? All I want to do as you sit next to me is hold your hand; carefully, "accidentally" brush your leg as you sit with them crossed, with one towards me as if you almost want it to happen.

And all I want to do is look at your face, just drink it in, trace the corner of your mouth when you laugh, respond to your quizzical brow with one of my own, and stare at that impenetrable smile of yours, the one where you look amused and bemused, playful and distant.

When you look at me, my heart doesn't skip a beat. Instead it glows; and when we bump into each other, whether on purpose or design, my insides glow as well, wondering if yours do as well, if your feeling the same, or if your feeling anything at all.

Because occasionally, it feels like you want me to sit close next to you, and simply listen with you about whatever troubles our group of friends has made for itself. Because sometimes, we make eye contact when there is no reason for it. Because you don't pull away after a brief touch, but sometimes linger longer than is necessary.

Because I want you to like me.

But I'm not gonna do anything now. Now is too risky, now is too fragile. Now is when I build something with you, a friendship that turns into maybe something more. Now is when I get to like who I hope you are, and who you turn out to be.

Now is for you.