I Don’t Know You, But I Am In Love With You


I don’t know you, but the idea of you breaks me into a thousand pieces.

What have you done to me? How can you take over my thoughts so effortlessly? I thought all the caterpillars inside me were long dead, but somehow your words, your voice, that smile resurrected them, and behold, butterflies are taking over my stomach.

I vowed never to open my soul up to anyone, yet your eyes somehow made their way through. They knew every corner; they held the keys to every door I locked.

I have never felt so naked; my bones blushed. We shared darkness that shone like the sun when combined—your stories, my notions, your fingers brushing through my hair. I was beguiled.

Time stood still, but my heart raced. I am mesmerized, I have never felt so terrified. Who are you? Where have you been all my life?

And I know I may never see you again. It breaks my heart, but I am forever grateful to you. You, who made me feel things I forgot existed. You, who made me realize that I am capable of feeling things I never thought existed.

We may be everything we’ve been searching for, but we are not what we need right now, and I am used to that. Losing before I even begin.

I wonder what would have become of me had I met you earlier; it’s torturous to imagine the things that might have been, who I might have turned into, what you would have meant to me.

You’re the kind of love found in films, the ones I rarely watch because they make me feel empty. I caught a glimpse of your soul, and I don’t know if I can handle not seeing the whole of it.

And if I dare say, beautiful boy, I am in love with you. I know, I know that I don’t know you, but I am in love with you, and it hurts more than words could say.