I Might Like It

I like it when I look at a man and I cannot imagine them hurting me.

I like it when I can envisage us eating takeaways and pushing trollies.

I like it when looking into his eyes makes me feel safe.

I like it when he makes me laugh and it is not forced or faked.

I like it when to love him would not mean to hurt somebody else.

I like it when it is easy - but I like to imagine us bickering, as well.

I like that he is not a thing like that other man.

I like that he did not attempt to reach for my hand.

I like that I was sober when we walked in the city that night.

I liked it in the corner shop underneath the cold lights.

I liked how warm the air was outside that evening.

I liked that I felt nothing.

I liked that I could breathe.

I might like him a little bit.

I might like it if he liked me.