And it scared me, 

How I was insanely attracted to the sound of his voice,

Intimately sensitive to the shift from coarseness to huskiness,

To how his eyes glittered when he was genuinely happy,

To how his face lighted up at the sight of things he love,

To the whiff I got of him while he leaned over for something,

And desperately to the extant of how he even breathed,

Even the exhales.

And I knew I was in the deepest trouble,

I could think for myself or him in this world.