I've started noticing the little things. I don't see you that often but when I do, I can't help but notice some things. Your hair is curly, and I've always wanted a guy with curly hair. You have the cutest smile with dimples. The way you try to hold back a smile and look away like the feeling is too much to bare. You are tall, and you make me feel like I am small. The way you lean into me, and we barely touch, yet I feel home. The worst thing I've noticed is all these little things that seem to be my perfect wants. I just am terrified these things will not be real, and I'm just finding things to admire. I'm making things up to like you, and once I get to know you I won't like you anymore. What if you do fall for me and I don't feel the same. I know if I fall and you don't, I'll live and get over it. What if you turn out to be the man I fear?
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my over active imagination
Poetryliterally me just typing out my daydreams, fears, and wants