I want to tell you

I want to tell you… what, exactly?

That I love you? That's probably not quite right, we don't know each other that well yet…

That I can't stop thinking of you? True, but I don't want to freak you out…

That I feel in my bones the potential that, given the right conditions and time, love could absolutely blossom and we could make an amazing, beautiful thing together? Nah, too clinical, even with the floral imagery.

That I know things are “complicated” (as folks say), and I should really just move along, but part of me is just desperate to just try? Ugh, too earnest. And too many “justs”.

That on any given warm afternoon, there's a good chance I'll be working on my back patio, and I can't think of any better possible distraction than seeing you at my gate saying “Hey, neighbor!” Then sitting and talking to you until the stars come out and the fire comes on, just enjoying each others' presence, learning everything there is to know about each other… Even if that's as far as it ever goes.

Yeah, I think that's the one.

Now… How do I tell you?