A bird at your window.

Do you ever hang on to something so tightly that when you finally open your hand, it hurts? But until you feel that, you didn't realize just how tightly you were holding on. You've left your mark on whatever you were holding and it has left it's mark on you. Your heart does the same thing. We are at the boundary between like and love. We do love each other, but it's hidden under wraps. I can admit it only in the quiet of my sleep, under the pillows where I hide everything that I've been meaning to tell you but can't find the right words. I'm afraid. Afraid of jumping into something that we can't dive back out of. How cowardly of us, to hide behind these walls that we've built up only because we're afraid of the vulnerability and hurt that comes with falling for someone so hopelessly. I don't have a choice in it anymore, and I just have to let what will be... be. I didn't plan this. One day at a time, you said. Because as of right now, as I sit here, I can picture the morning sun settling on your face. The mornings don't even seem to be too bad during moments such as these. Your eyelashes, fluttering like wings, come to rest above your perfectly shaped eyes. My heart may skip a beat when they rise- having been caught gawking like a voyeur behind a camera. 
Or a bird at your window. 
Or a girl in adoration. 
      And you'll smile. 
Because as of right now, everything is as it should be.