I can see it, you know. You’re not as subtle as you’d like to think.
It’s in your eyes. It’s in how you smile at me. How you joke with me. How you bump my arm and leg and anything else – on accident, of course – and how you always offer hugs.
It’s in the way you talk with him.
It’s not his fault, you know. Really, it’s not. Honestly, you’ve got everything he’s got. Sure, he’s older. More “mature”. Makes more money.
As.
If.
I.
Care.
About.
Money.
He intimidates you a bit.
That’s okay. People can be intimidating. Especially when faced with the prospect of rejection. It’s terrifying. It’s scary. You can admit it. I’ll still like you.
He doesn’t own me, you know. No one does. Besides, what is one date compared to friendship?
But that’s it, right? A date.
That’s why you talk to him like that and smile at me like that.
No.
We both know
The only difference
Between you
And him
Is that he
asked
And you
didn’t.
About the Creator
Samantha De Yarman
They’re just words
I’m arranging in an order
And yet somehow
Nothing else is harder.
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