What if I really did fall in love again? When I have reached a point in my life, whereby I barely believe it exists?
You scare me, when you shouldn't. You invigorate me, you make me smile, and laugh and do the dumbest things. But you make me feel intelligent, accomplished. You make me learn, and you make me teach and educate. You make me feel alive.
Whole.
This shouldn't be happening. Ignore this flight of fancy, for it may just be the child of an over-active nocturnal imagination. I suppose Ishould relax, and take it easy.
And enjoy having you around, while I still can.