We have to tell them on Monday. I like you too much to hide my sideways glances and ignore the way you like to touch your knees to mine under the table. There are still burn marks on my hands where your fingertips once kissed me, and I can’t see my heart or my brain or the inside of your mind but I have a feeling they’d be all red and swollen, too.
What do we tell them? How do we say what we feel for each other if all I know is I miss the way your arms fit perfectly around my waist? Where will this turn when all eyes are on us and I can’t hear you whispering to me above the noise?
Please help me.
I can’t always tell how you feel.