I want you. There I said it! I want you and it hurts. I want to be with you and I can’t. I can’t because I don’t know if you feel the same. I wish I could tell you how I feel. I can’t tell you. I need you to tell me first. I need you to show me your feelings. I don’t want to hide mine, I can’t do it anymore. It’s eating me up inside. I see you and I want more. I can’t focus. I feel flustered around you. I wish I could read your mind. I wish we were in a place where I could tell you how I feel. It hurts. My heart yearns for you. I wish I didn’t feel like this. I don’t feel in control of my emotions. I wish I was in control of my emotions. I try to cut off my feelings for you but I can’t. I can’t because I need to know how you feel. If you told me, then I’d know what to do. I feel lost. I’m breathless. When I’m around you I feel like I’m holding my breath. You’re beautiful. You’re charming and I want you. I feel jealous of others around you. I feel jealous of them having your time. I feel jealous of them maybe wanting you. I don’t feel this way about men. I’ve finally found someone I feel this way about and I don’t know what to do. I can’t get enough of you. The little time I spend with you isn’t enough. I need more. I want to snuggle in your arms, smell your aftershave, interlock hands, kiss your neck. I’m afraid to tell you. I don’t want it to change how you are around me. How you feel about me. I can’t help but see all the places I want my lips to be. I want to wrap my arms around you, twist my fingers through your hair, pin you against the wall and kiss your lips. Kiss them like I’ve been starved. Run my teeth against your jaw, indulge in the feel of your skin against my skin. I want to kiss your neck and nip your ear, hear you moan. I want you to wrap your arms around me, hold me tight, allow me to feel every part of you. Allow me to know how I make you feel. What I can do to you. I want your hands to explore. Seek out what you need from me. I want skin on skin. I want you.