I don’t know when her breath became mine,
when her smile became my goal,
when her laugh became my drug,
when her eyes dimmed the moon and the stars.
I hadn’t realized until the butterflies hit me,
barrelling over me like an 18-wheeler,
hitting me like a bullet from a gun,
crushing my chest like a boulder,
slapping my face like a hand.
Woah.
I had told her everything and soon,
she became my everything.
I don’t know if she’ll ever know how I feel.
If she’ll know that i love the sound of her voice,
the way her full name rolls off of my tongue,
the way her laugh fills a room,
the way her smile shines brighter than the sun,
her.
I love her dearly and it scares me.
It scares me to think of the other girls,
my parents,
my friends,
her feelings.
I love her and I’m terrified.