A Brush With Forever

This feels like a brush with forever, as I gaze at the rose you handed me when you first walked in the side door. It smells amazing, like your hoodie, the one I'm wearing and the one my parents are rolling their eyes at, just relieved it's not Clemson. (Where is Dooblin, anyways?)

I can feel our hearts beating together, and it is breathtaking, earth-shattering, a revelation. We really could, we really might be... How dangerous a thought to have, how unfortunate a fantasy to fantasize. (You, me, a cat, and a family, but neither one of us works at the button factory.)

But I have the thought, I fantasize the fantasy, and it is sweetly tantalizing.

This feels like a brush with forever.

(I'm in love with you.)