You read these poems, don't you? Every time I post one, you act differently is it a coincidence? If you know I love you, why don't you say anything? You've got to know, by now. You're smarter, more aware than this. Maybe you're still deciding your feelings. I don't know. You haven't said anything. Once you figure it out, at least say, one way or the other. I'd like to stop vaguely hoping. "The signs we give- yes, no, or maybe- should be clear. The darkness around us is deep."