You and Me

You are so much older than me,
At least by five.
I am so much younger than you,
At least by five.
But what is this feeling I get around you?
It's not hate.
It can't be hate.
I know hate like the back of my hand.
It isn't hate.
What is it?
It's warm,
Fuzzy,
I like it.
I like the way it feels.
Can I feel it forever?
I hope so.
What is this feeling?
This feeling that is so nice,
Is it love?
Maybe.
You an me,
We have so much in common.
Is that the feeling?
I fear the truth.
I fear what it might be holding,
But I have to know what this is.
What is it?
Why haven't I felt it before?
Looking for the answer,
I sear everywhere.
Going in circles,
I continue to look,
But they lead to one answer.
How can this be?
How has this feeling taken me?
I promised myself I'd never feel it.
Why now?
Why am I feeling it?
This warmth must leave.
You must leave.
You and me,
Are we even thinking the same way?
Why I always want to be at your side?
Why do I 'love'?