What Are We Doing?

What are we doing?
When you smile that smile at me, what does it mean?
Because I like you more than I ought to
Maybe I wouldn't feel this way if you didn't encourage me.
How do you feel?
When I smile that smile at you do you feel it too?
The pull, the allure, the connection.
Or is that just all in my head?
You reach out like you want to touch me
I'm terrified of getting burned.
Is that why you never do?
This time apart is good, it gives me a chance to think
To clear my head from your elvish spell
Your smile is wicked, full of mischief,
I want to be a part of it.
But how?
What are we doing?
Stupid smiles, silly dreams.
I have no foundation for any of my claims.
Nothing but the pull.
Constant & real to me.
Luring me closer & closer to you
Close, but not close enough to touch.
I'm so afraid of you.
Because I shouldn't feel this way
Everyone tells me so
Yet I feel it growing everyday
I dream of us & the future.
Ridiculous & childish though that seems.
We have no place together,
So what are we doing?
Tempting fate, being fools,
Giving in to a force that appears bigger than me,
Or is this all just my own little dream?