We've talked only a handful of times. Flirted? A little, perhaps.
Would it be too tacky to ask you out- clerk to customer? Am I afraid of your rejection? Or do I fear complications in a romantic sea that already tosses me between many vexatious shores?
Whichever, you and I have remained distant, going no further. I've no emotional stake in you.
Why, then, this tightening in my chest, this darkening of my mood when I see you with another? It should mean nothing; I fear perhaps it means far more than the obvious. Shades of a deeper void within, having nothing to do with you at all.
The hearts meanderings continue to baffle.
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