Too much

I wonder what I make you feel when my name pops up on your inbox sending you random messages, or when you hear the ringing tone you have assigned for me, waking you up in the morning

I wonder what I make you feel when we talk about every random thing we think of, sharing silly laughters, oblivious of the people around us

I wonder what I make you feel when you see me from a distance after a week or two of not seeing each other or if our plans of meeting up got cancelled because of work

I wonder what I make you feel when I give you love letters or if I dedicate you songs and poetry

I wonder what I make you feel whenever I put my arms around your neck or waist for a tight hug

I wonder what I make you feel during those under-the-stars kisses, or the little gestures you do, patting my head, holding my hand while walking, with the sands of the beach beneath our feet

I wonder what I make you feel when my body touches yours, when I breathe in your sweaty skin, biting your stiff shoulders, your lips tracing my naked soul

I wonder what I make you feel when you don't feel me
Because you make me feel too much. Even without doing anything.