I don’t know what this is. But this was supposed to be nothing.
And yet, here we are, my heart racing, my brain giddy, my smile wide.
I am fascinated by you.
I told myself that this would be harmless. Assured myself that it was simple.
I mean, you did only pop into my mind when I viewed my contacts, preparing to delete.
Declutter was my motivation.
Your name was one of the top three, but the first for me to consider for absolute deletion.
I stared at it for a few heartbeats,
recalled where we met and then dipped into the archives.
And, it made sense, to reach out and say hey.
It was supposed to be nothing.