Crush

I feel love when I think of you. When I think of love, I feel you. Your gaze is comfortable, but I couldn't bear meeting it. You make me believe I can find home in a stranger. You do everything that I mean for you to do. You are everything I meant you to be. Thoughts of you make my other ones fade away. I don't care what I look like to anyone else but you. I smile at myself. I smile at those small moments. One-sided stories of us are filed into my memory. I soak in the fleeting air of possibility that fills these dreams. You exist as my one and only. But to you, I don't exist.