I Think

I think you like me.

Honestly.

But I'm not sure . . . it's only a guess.

Why are you so confusing?

"Who do you like?" I ask.

"No one," you said.

But whenever I say something,

Or even want something,

You're always the first to jump at the opportunity.

You'd hold my hand and hug me whenever I want,

But then barely make eye contact and whisper a word to me.

What's that supposed to mean?

Sometimes I think of what it would be like it we were together . . .

I can picture it.

You and me wouldn't be so hard to see.

"I think you're pretty," you told me quickly,

Quietly.

You think so?

I feel more confident.

"I think you're pretty cute," I said.

So . . . do you like me?

It's really hard to come out and ask you that.

It must be hard to come out and admit it if you do,

But if I will you?