U

You're not the type who I will fall
head over heels for.

You're not the type who I will like
the moment I see you.

You're not the type who makes
my heart beat and race.

You're not the type who makes
me self-conscious, eager to impress.

You're not the type
who I will crush on.

But you make me slide
slowly and deeply in love.

One does not fall in love with you:
one discovers it.

Too late.
The one is now two.