Last night.

Last night as I held you and the images flickered across the screen, I told you that I'm halfway to in love with you. I told you that I miss you. I might have told you everything. Last night as you were in my arms, things just felt so natural, so right. Almost exactly the way they should feel. Except it was limited. Held back by the knowledge that I can't kiss you, can't hold your hand, can't be yours... I can't let you be mine. I'm more comfortable with you than with anyone I've ever been close to but lately I can only not hold back in my dreams. And I always get these comments when we're seen together about our chemistry. How is feeling it nor killing you? Because I know you're reacting to it. If you weren't, I wouldn't get the comments I do. You're falling just as hard as I am and you're too scared to admit it.