Knocking on open doors

I’m here but you didn’t invite me in. I don’t know if you can hear me but I can feel it. Can you feel it too? You came in and I saw you and I thought it went away. But you came back and you decided a was there and I thought it went away again. But you came back and I was convinced it would go away again. But it stayed and it’s still here and I want you all alone. I want to hear your voice on the phone. Tell me what you felt when we first met. Did you feel it too? Do you feel it now? How much I want you?