The heart is a reckless organ

You can’t see the birthmark on his upper lip in his pictures or the odd joint of his right hand pinky

You can’t tell that his laughter is deep, and when he laughs, he does it with his whole body

You don’t know that his sense of humor is as shoddy as yours

You don’t know that he’s the type of person to get a QR code card for his socials

You can’t see how his hand reaches up to the top of the door, opening it for you

You don’t know that you will like him enough to laugh at his 30+ jokes

That you will love the way he dances or the way he towers over you when he leans in

That you will want to burrow underneath his skin when you see him in traditional wear

That you will try to make him jealous and you will succeed but somehow also fail remarkably

That you will love the odd joint of his right hand pinky, the birthmark on his upper lip, and sonorous laugh

You will love it so much so that you will cry on the way to delivering a gift for a friend because that is just how sad you are from knowing that he does not like you in the same way

After 5 years, you did not know that you could be this sad again

The heart is a reckless organ

But it mends well