Infatuation

I used to blush as I’d think of her, even catch her staring at me in the distance. I’d feel instant shame. as if her piercing blue eyes could possibly know, what thoughts were in my mind. I thought of drawing baths with her, and waking her up to the smell of eggs and bacon. I didn’t even eat bacon. infatuation danced across my mind. infatuation turned into love, and love turned to heartbreak. the infatuation pure, the love intoxicating. the heartbreak earth shattering. in a cold room, I yearn for her warmth. the feelings are undeniable, that I miss her most, on the coldest nights.