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Mixed Signals

I don’t understand. You just confuse me so much. One moment you act like you want me, the next I can’t tell what you want. What do you want?
I wonder how many poor flowers have been plucked dry because of you. At this point, I don’t think there’s any accurate way to tell. I might as well ask the dead flowers.
Do you love me? Or do you not?
I don’t know. I can’t tell.
Is it because you’re nervous? You’re nervous that I don’t love you back? I want to tell you I do, but… how can I? When I don’t know how you feel? Is that what you’re feeling too?
Or do you really not love me, not as more than a friend. You like me, sure, as a friend. But every now and again you get worried that I do love you, so you distance yourself. Is that it? Is that why?
I know you aren’t messing with me. We’ve been friends for too long. I know you. I just don’t understand you.
I want to understand.
Please help me understand.

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