TO S.

When it comes to my mind,

that I think about you at night until I fall asleep,

Oh God, I've fallen for you.

Then I realize we couldn't be anything,

even if you weren't six hundred miles away.

Still, I'd like to think that we're more than

two clusters of atoms crossing paths, billions of years apart.

I like myself better when I'm with you.

Perhaps then, it's merely a narcissistic nature.

I’m sitting on the bus thinking about if you'd be better off without me.

That's a lie too, I know that there's nothing between us,

just my obsessive thoughts that something happened.

We haven't even met,

and I know you don't care what I say,

by now I'm the one who feels awkward flirting with you.

I kissed you several times in my mind.

I took you on a date to a coffee shop full of books,

we climbed the citadel, I slept at your place,

I rode the train for thirteen hours, now I'm holding your hand.

At night I think about you until I fall asleep.

Pápai Anita XII.H