You sit across the room from her
And stare at her wondering…
Wondering why you can’t ask her.

She looks up at you and smiles back.
Can she sense what you’re thinking about?
Would she have smiled if she knew?

It’s the awkward silences that you fret about.
And the way she hangs out with all those guys.
If she knew it killed you, would she stop?


Now you’re walking in the hall with her.
You’re telling her something random.
And she’s laughing, just as you hoped.

You love the way she laughs and smiles.
And hate it when she cries and still looks cute.
You want to comfort her, but what will people say?

How many times has her friends bugged you?
Asking about when you were going to ask her out.
You just ignore and hope they will go away.


You’re outside at lunch with your and her friends.
You are thinking about asking her now.
Nobody’s watching, but too many people around.

But she looks so pretty with the wind blowing her hair.
And her eyes are glowing brightly in the sun.
How could someone just let that beauty waste away?

You are building up the courage to ask an excuse line…
To ask her if you can tell her something ‘over there’
But then the bell rings and you’re too late.



Another week passes, and then another….
You still haven’t asked her yet.
And you wonder if she’s getting impatient.

You ask yourself if you should just give up.
But you’re in too deep and you both know that.
Even both your families and her friends know that.

You have a future together, and it starts with you.
All you have to do is ask her…
And you even know what the answer will be.


So what exactly is the problem here?
Are you afraid of the healthy embrace after the answer?
Or can you just not find the words to ask her?








 
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