I had never wanted to kiss someone's lips, until now,
I had never dreamt about trysts, until now.
I had never wanted to interlace my fingers softly,
Until now.
Something's changed, though,
It must have been the chilly weather,
It must have been the stress I was under - yes,
The stress is why I feel this much for you.
Or so I tell myself.
30th May 2025