I Need to Know

Why can't I let go? But why can't I take the leap?

So you're making me nervous now. Sometimes. Sometimes I can talk to you as if nothing's going on inside me that's all about you.

Sometimes it feels as if your eyes are magnets to mine, that it's so hard to resist not looking into those eyes.

I desperately want to know if you like me too. I desperately want to let you know that I like you.

I want you to talk to me, sit beside me, walk beside me, look at me, smile at me. And I get a pinch in my heart that's suggestive of jealousy when you do those things but not to me, with me, or for me.

I like you and I want you and I want you to feel the same and I want to know.

I need to know.