hands shaking;
voice trembling;
heart beating so fast
i can't breathe.
and oh god,
what if you
reject me?
confidence wavering;
[wait, what confidence?]
and a lingering high
of the unknown,
of the thrill,
and the possibility
of what we could be.
i asked you casually,
while my heart leapt
to lodge in my throat,
fearing but wanting
more than anything
to know your answer.
and i swore my heart stopped
the moment you said,
'yeah, we could do that.'
and oh god,
what if I'm
just dreaming?
but i'm not and
you're still here
and we could be perfect.

yeah, we could be that.