My (Secret) Love

(What's with this night, huh? I can't help it. I have to write this. Forgive me. I am sorry. I love.)

Sometimes I catch myself staring at you as you sit there a few feet away from me. You mesmerize me: the way the lights glitter on your hair; the way you move your hands when you explain something; the way you smile when I say something funny; the way your eyes pierce my soul when you look at me. You may not know it but I lock all those moments away somewhere in my heart where they will keep.

Sometimes I tremble when you touch my hand or arm on rare occasions. I've never known anyone as beautiful as you before and I know I will never meet someone like you again even if I live to be a hundred. You make this world a better place. And I am glad, thankful that we met and became friends.

And sometimes, when you talk to me, I hang on every word that you say. Being with you, being close to you, is something I always find so profound. It's like being part of something. Something not big or grand, but something simple, beautiful and true. You always take my breath away.

And if you still don't know it by now, I love you. I love you with the kind of love they told of long ago. I may not show it but it's always there. Somewhere, sometime, someone always thinks of you. Loving you from a distance. You are loved.