Worry

I'm a bit worried.

I'm worried about getting closer to you. Please, don't take this the wrong way… I want, more than anything that I've ever wanted, to get closer to you. I don't know how to shape my life around any other idea anymore.

But, what happens… if we do?

There are lines I won't try to push you across.

So, what happens then, if we do?

I'll bask in your presence, that much is guaranteed. I've never been happier then I am when I'm around you. Just being near you, seeing you smile, talking to you about anything, anything at all… and I'm happy.

Then life pushes us apart. Again.

And then it starts again, trying to figure out how to see you. This dance, only necessary because we're of different genders.

And because of a handful of rings.

And because we can't keep our feelings in check.

Well.

I can't.

I wouldn't presume to speak for you.

But, I can't help it. No matter how senseless it may be, I have to keep it going, have to keep the dance moving.

Because, setting aside what it says about me that I'm in this position at all, what would it say, what would it mean if I were to just let this love, this incredible love, rot on the vine?

I know the potential that exists, it's so obvious to see. To deny it would be to deny the universe something incredible.

But, getting there?

I hope against hope that we figure it out, but getting there?

I'm a bit worried.