I love him

No, that wouldn’t do it

I want to know if he falls asleep at night thinking of me

I want to know the books he reads. The songs he smiles to

The things that excite him. His favorite flavor of ice cream

I want to know if his heart skips just as mine does when we lock eyes

If he wonders about me as he drives home in the dead of night

I want to know if one day, in the far future, when he’s laughing with his wife and children at the dinner table, if he will glance back at the past and wonder if things could’ve gone differently between us

If I could’ve been his

and he could’ve been mine