Thoughts...

There is a part of me that sometimes wishes I was a man. If I was, I think it would make "this" easier. It would make falling for you easier. It would make situations that aren't working, easier to walk away from. Thoughts invade my mind like floods swallowing cities...whole. I've become immersed in you. So much so that even "if" it subsides there will still be watermarks and remnants of you.
It's only day 3 since the last time I saw you and it feels like months. So now I'm here...trying to figure out how counseling sessions turned into make out sessions. How friendship went from getting to know you to falling for you. How innocent conversation turned into heart throbbing, butterfly fluttering, knee weakening, mind blowing intellectual stimulation. You've got me writing poems for you. Searching my brain to lyically write songs for you. I'm feeling things I haven't felt in a while and it's crazy that it's you bringing it out of me. By no means am I lost, but I'm finding myself wanting to get lost in you. Wishing I was there so I can hold you, kiss you, talk to you. My mind is all over the place but constantly on you. Does that make sense? I'm reliving the bayou with you. The not so rising sun that crept up on our lips meeting again, for the fifth time I think LOL! I knew that I wanted to hold you and not let go. I knew that I wanted to do more than kiss you, then. I know now that I want to do more than get to know you. I want to learn you. Live you, breathe you. I know now that I am without regret, moving more and more towards...