We’re like fire and rain
Like Venus and Mars
You drive me insane
And I think I do the same for you,
Sometimes, I know for sure, other times, I think I imagine it
I struggle hard not to make too much of the fact that you just called to ask me out for lunch…
I tell myself “it isn’t special, it’s just lunch, everybody has to eat”
When I open the door to let you in, I struggle to smile and talk easily even as your smile turns my insides all squishy,
When you take my hand, I wonder how the fire that rushes through me doesn’t consume us both
Lately, you have become my favorite problem;
I want you to hold my hand but I’m scared of the fire it brings
I want to taste your lips but I’m scared I will never want to stop
You hug me and I want to stay in your arms forever because there isn’t any place as perfect
The perfect fit of your body with mine softly whispers to me that this is meant to be
We are the perfect example of something between being and imagined…
We are the same but we are quite different,
We want the same things but we also want completely different things,
We are willing to give, but there are parts of us individually we still hold on tightly to
Are we meant to be?
Should I hold on to what is?What could be?
Or should I let go?
One thing is sure though, the next time you call to ask me out for lunch, I’ll still have to work at convincing myself that it isn’t special
And the next time you hug me, the perfect fit of our bodies will almost have me convinced that this is where I belong