You smile at me and I ache. You are so radiant when you smile. You are breathtaking in everything you do, honestly. You scowl up at me with your comforter pulled to your chin and you're divine. You tease me as I try my best to cook something, anything(more) palatable for you and I can't breathe around the laughter you drag from my chest. You shoot that damned knowing smirk across the heads of oblivious bystanders and how could I do anything but adore you? Your advantage is unfair, really. I could never hope to deny you.
You know this. You ask so much and I am glad to give. "Help me make dinner. Remind me to do this paperwork for tomorrow. Do the dishes please? No, sit next to me. I know you wanted pizza but let me make this for you, I know you'll like it. Ditch them so I don't have to see a movie alone? Sleep here tonight."
I will do whatever you ask but if you don't ask I won't offer. I will not lace my fingers in with yours, will not chase you on a whim, will keep this to myself. I will not make you unhappy by pressing my heart into your hands of you do not want it.
Love is a game I would gladly play with you. But until you invite me, I will leave well enough alone.