I think I do

I love you, I think. I think I do. But every time I try to name it, the words twist and slip through my fingers. You confuse me. Your laugh, your touch, your silence, all of it leaves me spinning, grasping for a shore I can’t see. I don’t know what I want. I don’t know who I am when I’m with you. I only know I can’t let go, and that terrifies me. So I stay tangled in this storm, maybe loving you, hating my doubt, wanting to run and stay at once.