All I Think About

She's all I ever think about anymore. Invades my space, fills my mind with questions. Since her, I don't know left from right, up from down, I'm disoriented. And I like it.
My friends tell me not to "put all my eggs in one basket", metaphorically speaking. But I can't help it. She is the first person to do this to me, make me feel this way.
Before her, I don't know how I lived, if you want to call it living. Every day bleeds into the next, winter a forever season. My world in vivid monochrome.
Now, I finally see in color. At first it was scary, but I'm adjusting. Everything I thought I had experienced had become new, better, brighter. And I have her to thank.
I'm not sure if she truly knows just how much she means to me. Maybe one day she will. Maybe she never will truly understand.
I will forever remember and cherish these days we've spent together. My future is so unclear, but nothing is absolute in this world, filled with doubt and denial.
I can see pain in her eyes, something she wants to say, clutching for words, but saying nothing.
She invades my space, my desperate dark hiding place, lighting it, blinding me.
And I like it.