Friday Night

I spent a beautiful evening. Your sole presence lights the whole room.
I wanted to hug you.

I lost all control...

Hola Lindo. Remember about "The Conversation"? I know you do. I know what you said, I know what we talked about. Are we really that different because it doesn't feel like.

Your gentleness is driving me crazy. Your beauty is so hard not to love. Inside and out, from head to toe, front and back... so overwhelming some times. (I stole some of those last words from you, thanks).

I try hard to understand what I'm feeling and I try the hardest not to fall for you. I have to confess I'm not having much success. I can't explain to you on what level you are getting inside my soul. I want to let myself go, I'm afraid.

I see you in my past, in the present and in the future. What is this?

Where am I standing? What am I doing? Some days I'm as happy as can be to feel all this for you. Other days, I'm terrified I can loose.

You look so in control, I ask myself it you are feeling the same.