Sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating everything in its path and bathing the room in a golden glow. This warm golden light, from the same sun as mine, ensconced you in a balmy heat that was so different from the mild warmth that I enjoyed. In this light, up close, I can see your features clearly, from the curve of your throat to the gentle roundness of your oval face. So clearly visible, your smile is enough to make my heart beat faster, illogically but inevitably.
Your bare shoulders stand out against the white walls, the contrast beautiful and striking; the pale brown reminds me of caramel and your skin looks easily as smooth. I find myself tracing with my eyes from your jaw to your shoulders. You notice my attention, smile, excuse yourself to go make coffee in the next room.
As you move, first from the cupboard to retrieve the small metal container and then to another for the coffee, I can't help but admire. The radio is on, though I can't hear it from where I sit, and while you go about the motions of making coffee, you pick up the tune of a song that's playing. Your singing is inattentive, barely clear enough Spanish for me to understand the words.
In that moment, I realized that my heart almost ached from how much I loved you. I wanted to reach out and touch you then, but in the same, I did not want to spoil this. Watching this, I felt as if I had stolen something, a golden moment, tucked within my chest.
What would it cost me to reveal this to you, to lay bare the admission that I think that I might want to spend my life with you? I don't know. How to begin telling you how much you mean to me? I am not sure. These feelings are new to me, and I am afraid now. I do not know what I would do if you were to reject the heart that I offer to you, wholly. Far beyond falling in love with you, I am fallen. I fear my own inadequacy, and there are days when I can find nothing good to recommend myself with. I cannot offer you the world, because I have made you the stars in its sky and the beauty that I see. But I love you, more than yesterday and less than tomorrow.