The Taste of Love

I want to reach out.

I want to talk to you, standing right there.
But I speak as if it’s nothing.

So you won’t notice.

There’s no way I could be in love.
I refuse to admit it. Never.

The idea of me becoming crazy about one woman is laughable.

And yet, every time we talk, my heart feels lighter.

Every time I see your smile, my mood lifts.

I think I could get addicted to this feeling.

It makes me high.

Even the ache in my chest feels new.

Well, that’s fine.

For now, I’ll just play with this feeling.

Love always fades eventually,
and this woman probably has no interest in someone like me.

So for now, I’ll sink into this sweet and bitter taste.

No…

Maybe it wasn’t love after all.

Alcohol clouds your judgment.

This is just friendship.