I could've said, no, that's not
what I meant; I didn't mind
your sweet kisses at all.
Or maybe I could've made things
clear and said yeah, this was a
one time thing; even though I
really wouldn't mind doing it
again – whatever it was.
But I am not that type of girl;
I'm not supposed to be.
So instead I just smiled and
avoided your question by
asking my best friend something
totally irrelevant.
If only I said something.
Because maybe now, months
after those three nights and
three days at that beach house,
we would still be talking.
If only I said something.
Because maybe now, we'd be best
friends like you said we were, we
would be, and my stupid heart
wouldn't hurt so much every time
I saw you talking to the girl in
my class much skinner, much
smarter and much prettier than I
will ever be.
You won't even look at me
anymore.
And I won't look at you.
If only I said something.
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