Preoccupation

I like catching glimpses of you. I always find myself a little bit surprised that you're there. I like the tiny jump my heart makes when I am caught off-guard, when you decide to show up in my line of sight and stay there for a while. No, this probably isn't love. Perhaps this is curiosity, intense fascination. The thrill of not knowing everything that's inside your head. It preoccupies me.