Puddle on pavement

I think about how we met
about how I didn't pick this
about how my life would be different if the universe hadn't decided to make me love you
how different would it be?
I could probably take walks down the pier and not think of you
I could probably see donuts just as any other food,
but instead I think of you.
I think about how you worked your way up as a climbing plant into all my crevices,
And then covered my whole heart.
I think of how my life would be different without loving you so much.
How I want to ask you again if you feel anything for me,
because I feel that you do,
but I also feel that it's unnatural to you, and don't know how to ever cross that line.
To me,
I just fell for you,
and not in the delicate way a feather may fall to the ground,
but in the way of how you're walking on a sidewalk,
there's a step down and there's a puddle, which you don't see yet
you don't look down to see that your shoelaces are untied
you step on your shoelace and fall forward
landing perfectly with the whole front part of your body to the ground
not only getting soaked but getting hurt by the hard pavement
It may not be as romantic as you'd thought,
but as wonderful as it may be falling into air,
the landing,
the landing always gets to you,
and I've landed finally,
and realized that I need to ask you once again,
and I deserve a straight response this time.
Thing is,
I love you.
I love you whole,
wholeheartedly,
not just part of you,
but all of you.
If I can't have you that's fine,
I will cope with that,
because what I truly want is for you to be happy,
even if it means not being with me.
All I want from you is the truth,
which you may give me, and which you may not. 

July 29th 2018