Fortune Cookies

Some may call it coincidence, others a sign. Whichever, I wish I knew in my mind exactly what I wanted from this mass of feelings inside my head before I become too brash. At one time, I would not have looked, but now I find myself hooked on his every word, catching my breath as I listen to the voice he has left in my waking thoughts, making my morals loose then taut. A subtle touch, a hand on mine, what does he want? I thought we were fine as just good friends, but why do I find that I want more than my fair share of his attention? I do not want all this tension, but I cannot help but think we could be good, perhaps if I had stood my ground, we would not be going around in these damn circles all the time, and I would not be looking for the perfect rhyme to tell you how I’m feeling when you flirt with my emotions, skirt my promised devotions, leave me reeling.

There’s a secret romance blooming! Go for it, in spite of your hesitation.

I should not ask the burning question, but what if?

That’s the way the cookie crumbles.