Heart tightening,

palm sweating,

am I dying?

No, I’m thinking of losing you,

your laughter,

your big brown eyes,

your big ass smile,

your warm touch.

I have to admit

you did it.

You broke down the many walls

I built,

you got me to feel.

But how do I know it’s real?

Could it be

the off the wall comments

or the images of you and me?

Could it be

the drunken conversations

or the way you look at me?

Could it be

the smile you bring on my face

or the memories?

Could it be

that we didn’t expect this

Or the fact that it feel so unrealistic?

Could it be that I possibly love you

and wish that you love me too?