More of you

When we first met I was unsure of you. You looked good but I didn’t know you well enough. Others were drawn to you and I was hesitant - our first encounter wasn’t memorable. I didn’t want you like how much everybody else seemed to. I heard people talk about you, the desire, the passion they had for you. They were excited, deliriously happy and couldn’t wait for more of you. Praising you...longing for you...captivated by you. You won competitions without even saying a word. One look at you and the prize was yours.


And then one day, it all changed. I saw you like how they saw you – maybe even more so. I wanted to be with you all the time. I couldn’t get enough of you. You stole my heart.