it starts out innocent;
stolen glances,
slight blushes,
daydreams
.
it evolves slowly;
meeting of the eyes,
small smiles,
teasing exchanges
.
then it spirals;
hands which roam,
kissing behind closed doors,
sweet nothings whispered in the dark
.
out of control;
anger giving way to passion,
screaming and crying,
fighting only to make up seconds later
.
it reels back in;
whispers of 'i'm sorry love'
and 'please forgive my sins'
before it starts again
.
a shot in the dark
can miss it's mark
but the two of us?
will never falter
.
they call it dysfunctional, i say it's limerence
.
i.e. the progression of roy and artemis from acquaintances to something more
(aka an author who loves spitfire, but lives for the angst of longshot)