You looked at me,
I looked back,
Wondering how life could take on such a twist,
I remember thinking,
How maybe, just maybe, you could like me,
Though as you'd walked past me,
I dismissed the thought,
Annoyed that it'd even enter my mind.
But Confession Day arrived,
On one average Wednesday,
With me staring at everyone in,
Disbelief and utter Shock,
As I tried to convinced myself the impossible...
You liked me.
Standing there,
I had felt awkward, even uncomfortable.
& much too shy to even stare at your face.
If my skin had been any lighter,
Everyone would be able to see,
The never-ending red blush on my cheeks.
No way could this be happening,
How could I possibly ever handle this?
Could I even ponder at the possibility,
That perhaps I could call you mine?
No...no I had to think this over,
Rash decisions never turned out good.
I needed to think and observe,
I needed to see if you were right for me.
Then and only then,
Could I allow myself to say the word 'yes'.
