like a flame

maybe it'd be crazy to follow you; maybe it's crazy even to think it. but possibilities intrigue me- the more unlikely they seem the more i'm bound to pursue them out of nature, the more i muse about them till they take a more decisive direction. i can't say i love you, though i'd dare to say i could. we hardly know each other, have hardly begun, but what you've given already cannot be undone. soon we'll both be leaving this common ground; i guess then we'll find if time and distance are simple states of mind. either way, i'd like you to know i'll be thinking about you. i'll tell you that someday, maybe. or maybe that'd be crazy.