Morning Bled at the Water's Edge

Every time you brush my arm with your hand, you rest your leg on mine as we sit on a couch at a party, you laugh at my joke, you come to school early to be with me, you don't hesitate to disagree, you call it like it is, you keep trying to pay for everything even though I rarely let you, you text me, you tell me your problems, you listen to my problems, you hold my eyes with yours a second longer.

Every time I notice you looking, I ponder what you might be thinking, I don't know what to do, I struggle to show you, I make it a minute before I think of you, I want to tell you, I want to kiss you, I want your fingers to linger as you adjust my bracelet, I want to be there for you, I want everyone to know what I know, I want no one else, I want you.

Every time. The dormant thing in my chest wakes up a little more. I think it's real.