You’re not mine to possess

But I’ve taken the liberty to make you the one I admire.

I’ve studied your face as you’ve sat across from me.

The slight flat spot on your nose.

The way your forehead creases with incredulity.

I’ve memorized the sound of your laugh.

The tone and cadence of your voice.

You’ll never be mine to have.

But you’re mine to admire.

And I do admire you.

I admire the way you speak.

I admire the way you think.

I wish I could say I didn’t admire the way you look because I don’t want to seem shallow, but I do think you’re incredibly handsome.

I admire every part of you.

But I wish I didn’t.

My feelings for you are so incredibly inconvenient.