They are sitting on a couch
Watching other people dance,
He has his arms around her waist,
She has her arms over his,
Just touching his hands.
Do you really have a girlfriend?
The question is out of her mouth
Before she can even attempt to control herself.
He turns and looks at her,
She looks up at him.
Yes.
She had thought so,
But she had wanted to make sure.
Are you disappointed?
He asks her so suddenly,
She is disturbed by the question,
But she doesn't show it.
Of course not!
Disappointed? Me?
No!
But her eyes tell the real story
So she shields them from his gaze.
After a moment or so,
She squeezes his hand,
He gazes into her eyes.
Your girlfriend is lucky.
She says it with ultimate sincerity.
He smiles, and strokes her hand.
Thanks.
He feels bad.
After all, he likes her.
A lot.
But he's confused
And doesn't know what to do.
Should he be faithful?
Or go after the one he truly loves?
He has no idea,
So he sits on the couch
Next to her,
Holding her close
And wondering,
Is she disappointed?
Because I am.
