One moment, no two
You saw me,
I thought...

Little things
add up
to doubt.

Do you think of
me,
like I think
of you?

What about that time
I glanced your way,
and you seemed to be
seeing
me, too?

Not a day goes by
(well maybe a few)
when I don't review
every word I've said to you.

Is this obsession?
Believe me,
I've tried to
give you up.

The reason why
is unclear
I just don't get it-
tell me again:

Why do I like you?

And what happens
after-
After you profess
your love to me
(like you would)
and we live

happily

ever

after

Is there such
a time for
me?

Or should I be content
to pine away
for you?