There’s this guy.
That I like. Really like.
And have liked. For a long while now.
I know. That he knows.
He isn’t, after all, stupid.
Or blind. Or deaf.
Or lost in space.
He is, in point of fact,
Incredibly fast on the uptake.
Which is why. I know.
He knows.
The only slow thing about him.
To tell you the truth.
Is the way he reacts to me.
Oh did I mention.
He doesn’t like me?
At all?!!!
Uh huh.
But I’ll survive.
Fine, I’m rationalizing.
But I’m happy. Honest.
Just knowing he exists …
And thinks and loves and IS.
So I let him be.
OK, a confession.
I have my weak moments.
But one text. Or email.
At 3 am.
Every other weekend or so …
When I’m half awake.
Or totally smashed.
Doesn’t really count, right?
Not in the real world?!!!
Most of the time I swear.
I let him be.
Let the universe laugh at me.
And my pathetic love story.
Sigh.
