I am dreaming of that lovely collision.
I want he and I to collide.
I want to see those bountiful sparks fly.
There is this vibe that I want to forget exists, these feelings I resist, before this, I did not know my heart could jump so high.
My thoughts go awry. I think of he and I loving each other through the night.
Oh, I remember what these daydreams are called. That feeling of butterflies and knots in my stomach are oddly familiar.
I see what has developed, but this has actual substance.
I am not bored, and I am rarely intrigued.
Maybe I should let his angelic ways overtake me.
Or maybe I should see where this beautiful trance can take me.