Each time, it moves a little further
We get a little closer
Nervousness disappears

Comfort sets in further
Our comfort zones are expanding
And so are the feelings in my head
It's not a sexual thing this time
I just really enjoy being with her

Unconventional beauty,
That I doubt even she'd expect
She teases both herself and me
Turns the tables around goodnaturedly.
She probably never really suspected
That what she sees as a failing
I see as attractive,
I see as an enjoyable quirk.

She makes me want to look my best
Compelling me to brush my hair
To appear as presentable as possible
She makes me want to look perfect
Just for her
For a private showing
Doing it only for her
And not caring about the rest

She's so like me
Yet so different
And I realize
That both are attractive

She's younger than me
Something I always tried to avoid
Yet now I wonder
Why does she make me want to break my rules?
What causes me to sway?
To bend?
To consider breaking
as though it were a common occurence?
What about all my preaching?
My protesting?
My arguments against age differences?
Why is it being broken down now?
I've been attracted to younger girls before,
But I've never seriously considered changing
What I've formed as a standard
Truly, until now

What is it in her that is different?
Her spiked, highlighted hair,
Her grin and laughter,
Her close proximity?

I think it's all of them.