something surface, nothing more.

i'm becoming quite fond of him
i know him little
he knows me a little more
he is charming, clever
almost disarming
but these qualities are surface
and i fear that is all i have time for

because we are too apart
too convinced of our own lifestyles
and this will probably come to nothing
(i've never bothered writing these musings before and ive always denied such but for some reason i'd like to be free of my denials just for now)

as apparently useless as it is, indulgence in imagination
(though full of folly and thankfully temporary)
helps to pass the time while waiting for things to make sense

it seems
i've never fallen in love
but have been falling in like since ever.

makes me curious...