I hate the nagging feeling inside me when I see you. I hate the “maybe you like me back” feeling that interrupts my mind constantly when I’m trying to have a conversation with you. I walk beside you and I get the “maybe we could be something, together, but neither of us will say it” feeling, so my heart aches to speak its mind.
I hate the feeling that this love could be mutual, but I don’t know.
I feel the pressure. I feel the pressure building inside from these feelings that I bottle up when I’m around you. I feel the pressure, as a female, to wait for you to make the first move.
However, today, I busted through the pressure.
You said goodbye at my door and I said, “Wait!”
“This may be crazy, but I like you.”
I said it.
I said it because I needed to know so I wouldn’t be imagining scenarios over and over in my head. I said it because if society tells you to go after the girl you love then I have the social obligation to go after the man.
If I like you, I will tell you. I have to know if you like me too.