I have a friend named Aaron.
He told me that,
To be able to find the one,
I need to look at other people.
Ridiculously loyal as I am,
I refused to do that.
Hard as I try,
Nobody can send electrical signals
Across my chest in an abnormal
Giving me chest pains, making me out of breath
Like you do.
Was I even in love? I wonder.
Look in my eyes, can you see the pupils
Of my myopic eyes dilate,
As it looked at you
Walking towards me with that
Wait. Am I hearing fireworks nearby?
Or my head starts to hum violently?
That could be my chronic migraine,
Acting out or just that,
I’m too excited to sit across you
In our table,
Leaning closely as I can,
Listening to you talk,
Watching your lips move,
I’m trying to keep up with the conversation,
Trying to stop the urge to kiss you.
Kiss you? What? Did I say that out loud?
Do you know that a human heart can normally
A hundred and twenty per minute? No?
It’s like running a hundred meter dash
But you make the world spin in slow motion,
While turning the second hand
Of my analog watch, twice as fast,
The contradictions spinning,
As I panic,
My face turning red.
You looked at me, and I realized
I want this.
I might not deserve it,
But there’s nothing better.
Feelings they come and go, they usually do.
But these feelings, they won’t go, not with you.
Late night conversations,
Fast food chains,
Small talks and arguments,
Memories piling up one after another
Maybe Aaron was right, I need to look at other
to realize that I already found the one.