"I like you."
She looked at me.
Unfazed.
Almost like she didn't hear.
"What was that?"
She smiled.
Ruffling my hair.
"I said I like you."
I held my breath.
And waited for the worst.
"Oh? Is that all?
Silly!
I like you too."
Unbelieveable.
I couldn't believe.
How thick headed she was.
I had to make her understand.
I grabbed her wrists.
And forced her to look at me.
In the face.
"No. When I say
I like you,
I mean I really like you.
I mean I love you.
And I want you to be
mine."
There is no possible way.
That she didn't understand.
What I meant this time.
She stared at me like.
I had grown another five limbs.
She was so intimidating.
I couldn't look away.
All I could think of.
Was of how I had failed her.
And become just like everyone else.
Everyone else who "loved" her.
She didn't.
Say anything.
So I rambled on.
"You don't have to answer now.
You can take as much time as you need.
No pressure."
I couldn't read her face now.
I wished I knew.
Shat she was thinking.
She hugged me tight.
And leaned up to my ear.
And she whispered.
"Thank you.
So much. For being there.
I really, really appreciate it."
She hugged tighter.
"By the way
This isn't
A rejection.
I'm just going
To take
Time."
And my hopes soared.
Because there was a chance.
And a chance was all I needed.
