Cupid...?

We had a lovely dinner,
He bought me a rose, my favorite; yellow.
He didn’t make me dance when the music started
And he was easy to talk to.

So why did I wish I could run to you?
You are an enigma to me and not exactly accessible.
So why do I think about you?
I don’t want a relationship,
I don’t want a boyfriend,
I’m content in the world I have created,
so I find it vexing that you stay on my mind.
I don’t even know you, can’t pretend to understand
what’s happening in my own head.

But honestly?
I feel like maybe the arrow must have grazed me
when I wasn’t looking.