I'm feeling something strange. I look at you and see a bright light, but I don't want to look away. You've taken something of mine, but I don't seem to mind. I want to lay with you on your bed, one earbud for each of us as we listen to your favorite songs for hours. I want you tell me why you like the songs, and explain your playlists and what they mean. I want to touch your hair, I want to see the parts of you you hate most just so I can kiss them and tell you how they are beautiful. I want to be the one person who you don't mind touching or hugging you. I want to be the one you send things you find funny, songs you like, and the one you ask for advice. I want to hold your hand. I want to love you and I want you to love me.
But that's too much to ask, and I know it,
Because I want too much-
And you don't know what you want.