Some people are just like magic. You don't believe they exist until you feel them real close, until your eyes meet theirs and make you believe in them, until you see miracles are very much possible. You're like that. You're magic. I know you'll be smiling when you hear that but there will be a cringe in your smile at how cheesy those words sound. I'll probably laugh it off, hearing an inappropriate joke from your side. I can't discern the joke right now, though. Much like everything about you I can't assume correctly.
You vaguely remind me of those warm February mornings, where the departing winter has left a trail of Snow in the backyard. It slowly melts at the sun's direct eyes on it. And as I finally stand under the sun - a mixture of cool breeze and warm sunlight surrounding me, I feel alive. That's how I feel when I think about you. Exactly that. It's strange, really. I never liked the end of winters before. It's my favourite season, you see. But lately, everything I had known about myself has been changing. I find myself walking into new rooms, seeing myself in different light. I like it. It's because of you. Didn't I tell you? Magic. I can't believe I've started believing in it. .
A simple interaction with you leaves a tingling in my belly. I feel ecstatic when we have a sweet-nothing conversation - which mostly includes me saying something nice and you joking about it. And then there are some moments where your intensity arrives. I live for those moments. That's when I feel like I'm getting a little glimpse of you - the utterly honest you. I love that. I feel like loving you when that happens. But as I can't, I either laugh, say "I hate you" or tell you how much I want to kiss you. Because you see, even if I try, I can never describe in words how deeply I feel things in those moments. But my kisses can, and when they do, you understand them. You just don't say anything about it. And because we don't talk about it, I end up writing about it. It feels good, letting it out. .
I just realized how deeply I'm thinking of you again. Ha-ha. Let's just say I want to kiss you and tell you. Will you understand?