I'm almost asleep
almost but not quite.
sleep sits like a cloud
on my eyelids,
spreads like a blanket
over my body.
and i wonder
if this is all real.
is he real?
and if so, is he really so sweet?
i ask myself
how is this happening to me?
what did i do
to deserve him?
because he's almost too good for me.
why would he like me,
of all people?
and that's the question.
why?
the inevitable question.
but should we question it?
to question such a good thing...
would it turn it around,
because the question implies
that it's something unwanted?
but no.
i want this.
and i think he does, too.
o God, how?
how did the moment
fall in to place?
the moment we crossed pathes
and saw each other,
in depth,
in truth,
for the first time?
and what of me, thinking these things?
who am i to ask?
who would i be to give answers if asked?
i can only give one thing.
i can give my heart.
and i have already given it to him.
