I will indulge in the tone of your voice

as it summons the butterflies brushing

inside my chest. For few a seconds I

will breathe your image from my sight

in hopes to preserve you in my memory.

I want to document that moment,

When I witnessed your mind, lightning quick, merging with your clever soul. I was completely in awe of your passion, a typhoon unmatched in power — especially by my own minuscule creative waves. This is when I realized I felt…

I felt?

No.

But,

Can I, for a moment, feel this pleasure?

Am I allowed to?

And for how long?

Since when did this start?

And in any capacity, I wonder

If I deserve to feel this kind of feeling

Towards someone as amazing as

you?