MYSTERIOUS REDAMANCY; UNKNOWN

 How do you tell a stranger that you are in love with them? That you would do everything in your power or beyond, to shield them from harm's way? That every time you see them, there's a full blown rush of immense care, compassion and adoration that runs through your very existence?

You know it's right when you do not feel the compulsive urge to get their attention. 

When there's a kind of comfort surging deep in your veins. 

A peace that  you never knew existed.

Nothing about it gives you the urge to rush. You only want things to fall into place by themselves. You are afraid because, you might piece the wrong pieces together; and it's only better if things took their course.

Those inadvertent smiles you have to keep explaining to your friends with a terrible lie. Or those songs that catch you off-guard. Knocking out the air off your lungs because they describe this person and how you feel about them.

You keep them a secret; not because there are other people involved but because, it's so good, so good that you want to have them all to yourself, for a while. Right before you feel the need to let everybody in on your secret.

By everybody, I mean those who matter.

Let's talk about the 'stranger' bit. 

You don't know each other as much as best friends do. As much as siblings would know about each other.

And yet, it doesn't scare you one bit. 

Because you seemingly both know that everything WILL take it's course and fall into place!

What scares you the most? 

Or me, for this matter.

You accept the fact that, even if they don't choose you, they will choose someone else; and they will be happy.

And all that matters to you, is that they are happy.