For My Crush, Thousands of Miles Away

I am fully convinced that you can’t stand me, because of
the silence between us.
Because I am too scared to talk to you, and ask how you are.
Because I have tried to be your friend, but I don’t know how.
If we were friends, I don’t know if I could stand it.
I would probably be fully convinced that you are not
attracted to me at all.
But this is just me speculating, because I am too scared to say these things:

In my dreams, I dance with you.
I flush when your arm wraps around my waist.
I lose my breath when I imagine your kiss.
I feel drunk when you whisper in my ear, “Don’t go.”
I am drowning in an endless pool of moss and velvet and fireflies as you
lay me down in your bed.
I radiate light after waking from a night spent with you.
And I know that one day,
when you and I are ready for each other, we will fall in love.
And that’s when I will stop dreaming about you and your eyes and your smile and your touch and your words,
because I won’t need to dream anymore.

But for now, on the other side of the world,
I remain paralyzed, convinced you can’t stand me.
Even if you’re too scared to tell me you’ve been dreaming of me, too.