Part 3, If I Could Be Any Less Obsessed

If I could be any less obsessed I would but it's harder to forget your scent when your ghost stands in front of me, tempting just a little for what could have been infinite, if only you were not a ghost and I did not obsess I would have asked,

Do you like sunsets and endings

Do feel the patter of rain against the window calling you out

Do you see me?

No not the one who is laughing, trying to be social and babbling about the trips yet to be taken

I am talking about the person whose head turns in your direction, seeking your gaze yet ignores the mere existence of you

The one who feels her anxiety rise as you pass by, for what would I reply if you asked How are you

The truth will spill out like beans out of the bag, slowly but all at once that

I can't quite think about anything but you

I don't know you, who you are, yet

I pretend to know you better than I know myself

How could I love you when I don't even know what loving is supposed to be like

But I know obsession

For I am as obsessed with you as the grasshopper to sunlight

bees to rose

stars to moon

i to you