I want you. And I need you to want me too.
Pardon me if I am not asking for your name, if I am not searching for explanations for the way I feel.
Pardon me if I take this desire for granted and equate it with everlasting love, but you know, it could be done.
We could take this attraction, and to mutual satisfaction, make it into something bigger.
We could take this wilderness and tame it, contain it, and then, who knows?
But pardon me if I don’t care about the after, if I only think about how much I need you now.
Pardon me if I burn out and forget, that we ever met, and I gave you promises of maybe-something-after.