We've only shared a few words.

A few heavy glances and subtle brushes of hands.

You don't know me.

I don't know your deepest passions and interests.

I barely know you.

Yet, I still find myself overcome with this infatuation.

And, I think you feel it too.

Why do I want you so much?

Is it because it would be convenient?

Convenient to date someone in the friend group rather than scroll aimlessly on dating apps, and roam awkwardly in bars.

Convenient because you're my age and also single?

Convenient because we live in the same town?

Worst for my pride, do you want me out of convenience?

Do you want me because I'm the person standing in front of you?

Would you still want me if you were miles away?

Would I still want you?

I don't know what to do with these feelings.

I don't know how to determine if they're genuine.

If there's hesitation, isn't it better to let it go?

They say what's meant to be will come back to me.

Would if be better if loving you came with a challenge?

If I had to fight for our love, wouldn't I know then that it wasn't just convenience?

I don't want to face challenges when it comes to you,

But these unanswered questions haunt me.

Because I don't want a love of convenience.

I don't want you to choose me because I'm the first bite at the bait on your hook.

I want you to choose me out of the school of fish.

I want to be the fish you willingly pick out of the tank and bring home.

There's many fish in the sea, they say.

But you're the only one I see, right now.

Why am I so drawn to you?

Are you the only fish available in my waters?

Is this natural?

Or simply a mean to achieve another social expectation?