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It started with counting the dates;
When will you take me out on a date again?
I didn’t know it could lead us into this. Your fingers intertwined with mine, your arms around my shoulders. Your smile makes me smile, too.
You make me happy.
It started with a simple chat.
You started with this or that question. I was curious, back then. But I played along—until I realized I do like you.
You make me wonder over and over again. You make me fantasizing on my head, creating scenarios that won’t happen. Won’t happen. Will happen.
Feelings are intoxicating. I won’t sugarcoating; it makes us happy, it makes us wonder, it makes us obsessing with something that we want.
You are the one that I want.
It started with a continuous dates;
The other places. That one place. This one. The one that I haven’t tried before, and I start it with you. My first experience with new places. I like to try new places, new experiences, new person that comes into my life unexpected—you.
The journey that I started to write in the middle of the pandemic mess.
Something I know that I need when I realized I was waiting for your texts. Waiting for your simple hello. Or any other topics that are interesting. Movies. Songs. Politics. Anything.
How can someone fit so perfectly?
It started with an accidental touch.
Your fingers brushed with mine. I don’t mind. You said sorry. I said it wasn’t a problem. Never a problem. Your fingers are cold, maybe because of the weather.
Then another touch when you sat beside me.
Another tingling touch that makes me smile. A soft, gentle hand wrapped into mine.
Then a hug.
I want to kiss you so bad.
It started with you.
I just want you to know that you make me happy.
I want to be with you.
Please bear with my insecurities, anxieties, problems, and anything that would bother you in the future. I will try so hard to not make you uncomfortable.
(not gonna say the ‘L’ word yet, but I know the feelings are creeping in).