Friends don't look at friends that way

One-Sided Tension

Glances across a table that I can't let *him* see.
Brief, fleeting touches of our hands.
You disappearing to the bathroom and leaving your phone and wallet in my hands.
Me waiting for a while until deciding I also have to go.
Leaving him at the table alone while I disappear to the bathroom as well.
Standing in there for a while just talking.
The tension could've been cut with a knife.
I wanted to kiss you. So bad.
But I wasn't sure what you wanted, and I wasn't going to ask.
This was also the place I was last with my late best friend.
Maybe their memory also stopped me.
I don't know why; they would've encouraged me to do it.
To test my luck.
But my fiancé was right outside that door.
The food you paid for sitting at that table with him.
While he would've done it to me, I wasn't going to be that type of partner.
I wish I had.
Because now I truly will never know if you view me like that still.
So maybe that tension was just me.
One-Sided Tension