I’ve come to realize that I have a love problem.
I’m the kind of person who will be sitting 100m away and still have you feel my stare on you;
Until you’re so uncomfortable that you have to come find out what my problem is, or maybe try to leave but either way – I will intercept your departure and I will say something completely ludicrous like –
“Hi, I love you!”
You will pull away nervously, not knowing the most acceptable response,
yet… not walking away and then I’d introduce myself.
Maybe you’ll just leave me standing there,
Maybe I’d deserve it…
Maybe I would never know your name
and maybe you would just pretend you hadn’t heard me.
But just MAYBE
You will laugh and stumble over our humble sense of humor and retort with something like;
“Here I actually thought your name was I love you!”
I’d tell you that you’re stupid
and we’d both decide that honesty is worth the awkward.
You’d buy me a bottle and leave me a riddle on its bottom.
You wouldn’t give me a hint
But I would figure it out with only my fingertips.