A Kind of Fascination
I find my mind inadvertently drifting towards you. It’s not heading towards any specific thought, just your “idea” of sorts, your essence. I’m not really sure there’s an attached emotion, either. Perhaps a touch of happiness here, an occasional hint of loneliness there, but mostly there’s a pervading sense of intrigue and curiosity.
I’ve said it more than once, but I repeat it because it’s true: you simply fascinate me to no end. You delight me, & yet you puzzle me. We confide in each other a bit, but I have no idea how to properly tell you how you intrigue me so, how you keep drifting into my thoughts.
I keep noticing “coincidences” that direct my thoughts in your direction. They happen more often than you might think, you know. And again, there’s no strong emotion in tow, just a kind of wonder, really.
There’s a great deal of uncertainty; how do I deal with this fascination? What do I do? I kind of figure there’s not much I can do at the moment, just verbally speculate about is about it, I guess….