First kiss = Schrodinger's cat kinda love

I love the blissful state that you encounter after a really good date, the brain somehow gets all hyped up, it’s a Schrodinger's cat kinda love, you don't know it it's there, if it will exist or not, is a non existent/existing state of a cheerful brain.

Call me stupid, call me hopeless, I still believe that first kisses actually devoid a lot of detail on a person, and I still believe that some of them come with aspiration in them.

Now let's be realistic, it is just a first encounter, I don't even know this person yet, I don't know anything of how bad this all can get, but goddammit doesn't this ignorance let space for a hopeful unknowing state where everything is still possible.

Young love, young dreams, young morning of a beautiful day full of pink breeze, I live for the thrill of a nonsense inch of hope, of wanting, of wishful thinking.

Reality may be there tomorrow, but let me decorate mine however I want it, and in mine there is flowers everywhere, first kisses symbolize the forever innocence of a young heart and faith is never sealed for those who dare to believe in impossible.

My stars are diamonds that shine from afar, my smiles are connected to you thinking of me, our link together may as well never work but god will I enjoy it, will I enjoy the actual moment of wishful thinking.

No expectations, who needs expectations when I can feed so much from just the possibility, a never actual reality of a world where I get a first kiss that changes everything.

In the end this is not about you and me, there is not “us” just yet, but this is about myself allowing me to be just a complete dumb crazy innocent young little human again, is about myself forgiving my own virtue of daydreaming.