I'm not done adoring you yet

It makes me wonder where we'll be a year from now, who we are to each other. I'm not technically over you yet. I'm not done adoring you yet. Probably at times I do lie to myself that I have or maybe for a moment I have but every time we talk, I can't exactly say sparks fly, but I don't know, I just don't want it to end. 

I'm not sure how I'd react if I find out you ended up with someone other than me. A part of me says I'm not really for that yet. I'll probably be okay with it or mad at you for how treated me or maybe mad at myself for expecting something to actually go my way for once. 

At the same time I don't really wanna be with you, yet. I'm not ready for you. You're like a human sculpture of magestic. Too much beauty in you that I know I could never be ready for. I'm hoping you'd end up with the girl of your dreams. 

On nights I feel the luckiest, I wish I was the girl of your dreams. I'd make up scenarios in my head of us. I want to unravel that beauty of yours. 

Ready or not, in love or not, I just can't seem to stop writing about you. That has to mean something.