Ficlets

I’m smiling on the outside. Screaming on the outside. Can this really be true? Do you really feel the way you do? Am I dreaming? Am I going blind? This is truly isn’t a surprise. We all see it. We all know it. You like me. I like you. So what’s there to lose? Are you afraid to admit it? I’m not afraid to admit it. The whole entire world knows by now. Are you ashamed?
Are you scared? Am I scared? Do you have the guts? Do I have the guts? There’s too many questions I want to ask. Have to ask. Too many thoughts in my mind. But, I’m all good. I know we’ll have our chance. Our time to ourselves. No one can judge us. We’re being ourselves and that’s the way we like it. We’re not afraid to admit it. Admit that we really do like each other. We know we’ll have our chance. No matter when or how. Everyone has their chance. And we will, too.
Too many thoughts are racing in and out of my mind. Too many questions I’d like to ask. Too many worries I’m busy worrying. But, I know we’ll have our chance.