It was my turn to greet you today.
Your cheeks turned pink again.
Do you always blush so easily around everyone?
I've seen many girls fluster around
You.
But I've rarely seen anyone blush around
Me.
It makes me wonder more about
Us.
What are We, now?
I want this to happen.
More than I should,
Really.
I hope you didn't startle too
Badly.
Maybe it wouldn't hurt
To try again.
Maybe this time we could make it work.
The rational part of me refuses to stop
Resisting against Us.
But the other part
(is still utterly in love with you.)
Refuses to stop
Thinking about Us.
Maybe.
Just maybe.
We could try again.
(i want you.)
