Pretty
You’re so pretty.
I don’t know if anyone’s ever told you that. I don’t know if you like that word.
But you are.
You are pretty.
I can’t explain why. Because I don’t know why.
Maybe it’s your eyes, the way they smile, even when your mouth isn’t.
Maybe it’s your kindness, and how you never come off as harsh.
Maybe it’s your voice, how it sounds familiar, yet uniquely yours.
Maybe it’s just you. Maybe I just really really like you.
I wish I could talk to you.
I wish I could find the words.
“I like you.”
“I think you’re cool.”
“I would love to hang out some time.”
“Would it be weird if I said that I want to go out with you?”
But I can’t.
I’m nervous.
Scared.
What if you’re not into me?
What if you don’t like who I am?
What if you’re not who I thought you were?
I don’t want this to be ruined because I’m different.
I can’t help it.
I want to get to know you.
I want you in my life.
But I don’t know how to handle rejection.
I haven’t done this before.
Maybe I’m just overwhelmed because
“I think you’re very pretty.”