night two

i'm done trying to make "us" happen.

when i think about it, what i just said

doesn't make any sense. i never 

really tried to make you mine. i never

explicitly told you i liked you, but i'm

sure you figured that out. somewhere

between the stuttering and rosy 

cheeks, the awkward questions, the

giggles that just couldn't control 

themselver whenever you were 

around, you saw how much i cared

for you. but i never came right out

and told you. i guess i never really

tried in the first place, did i? i guess

this one's on me.