The first time I wrote about you.

Artwork by Lynn Choi

I sense your presence all around me.
I hear you in a love song on the radio.
I see you in the man on the motorcycle
next to me at the intersection.
I feel you in the jolt of excitement that surges
through me when I hear the ping of a text message
and I find myself hoping it’s you.
I think I am falling in love with you.
With you, it feels like the first time.
With you, enough is never enough.
I guess this must be what love feels like.
I love you…

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