I want to say Choose!! Do you like me like I want you to like me? Or are we just friends? But I don't want to scare you away. Everything feels delicate, delicate. Like fractured glass still holding its shape, still in its frame, barely together, one false move and the whole thing is ruined, shattered, smashed to pieces on the ground, everything's over. If I push you, if I touch the glass, you could leave, fluttering away on frightened wings, unable to face the truth within yourself, a truth that lingers and lingers and will linger for the rest of your life. One day as you lay with your good Christian husband and your good Christian children in your good Christian home, you'll feel it linger. Maybe you won't think of me, but you'll think and think and think and push away thoughts and not want to think again for the rest of your life.
