I mean, I could just ask you.
I could walk up and ask you
like all the other guys.
Or I could send you a note
like a schoolboy.

But the truth is, I don't really
want to know.
Whatever we are, whatever this is,
is enough for me.
And asking you to tell me what this is
might change it into something else.

No, nevermind. I need to know
after all.
I like you; do you like me?

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