A Paradox of Possibilities

I never in my wildest dreams would have even imagined that such a divine being as you would even deign to speak with me. I was content to watch from afar, marveling not only at your unmatched beauty, but also at the sweetness and energy that practically emanated from your precious frame. I gazed at you in wonder, never even hoping, until the day you reached out and said hello. Before I knew it, we were friends, and I was in ecstacy. Every moment with you, whether in calm conversation or bent over with laughter, never had I felt such joy as in my every moment spent with you. Before I knew it, you had not just stolen my heart, but locked in a vault with not even an offer to ransom it back to me. My heart became your captive, followed by my mind, but oh, what sweet captivity. You occupy my every gleaming thought, from the first ray of light to catch my eye til my mind drifts away to blessed dreams of you. Never has someone owned my heart, my soul, every fiber of my being, so completely as you do. I watch, eyes open, waiting for the smallest word or bit of attention from you, and then, without the slightest warning,discover the ultimate surprise; that you are beginning to care for me as well, and inexplicably I feel not joy, but confusion, caught up the paradox of possibilities that love, hope, and the future encompass, and I know that now, in this moment, I am more lost than I have ever been in my life, and i am scared.