Maybe If I Were Braver (Part Three)
I’d know the words to tell you—rather than these pleading thoughts of mine.
I’d ask you to meet before you leave.
And I want to, really I do.
And I’m jealous of your friends who are your age, who live near you, who are able to relate in a way I can’t be expected to.
Is it so wrong that I hope you get jealous when my newest guy friend comments and posts on my wall? And it seems like ever since he (who is only a friend—we both friendzoned each other pretty quickly, thankfully) started, you’ve been ever-present on my on-line interactions?
Or am I just imagining things again….