I think about you

At night. Your voice is nice. I often wonder what you might say in a hush of the dark. How your hands might feel in mine. I imagine tucking my head over your shoulder. I want to know- what you like, what you do in your spare time, what you dream about.

If maybe, you're thinking of me too.

The truth is I feel so pathetic. I've never cared about rejection before but something about you makes me pause. And I don't think it's the uncertainty of not having you, I'm just afraid to ask myself for permission. Am I allowed to? Feel this so soon?