I love you.
Yes?
No?
Maybe?

OK. Wait!

Yes. I do.

Don’t go.
Please.
Don’t leave.
Maybe you should leave.

It’s the best
thing to do.
You can’t requite ,
it’s not your ‘thing’.

I love you.
Yes.
Yes I do.
I do.

I love when your
teeth opens up to smile.
Your checks rise up
Each time you blush.

When you walk
with your hands neatly folded
behind you,
my eyes light up.

Don’t wait .

Please leave.

You ought not to hear
meaningless thoughts
of a romantically hopeless,
hopeless romantic.

I love you?
No.
I love you
Yes.

With love,
This is not love.

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