I saw a look on your face, as we were saying good-night, that made me stop and wonder. Or, was I hoping?
I could feel you looking at me before I turned to you.
I felt your eyes pulling me towards you.
Your face was soft, gentle, caring... and questioning.
You seemed to be focusing so very intently... on me.
You didn't move. And, neither did I.
I hesitated, then smiled at you.
Your gaze continued to absorb me.
I felt warm. I wanted to move closer. I didn't.
I wanted... but, I was gripped by fear.
Afraid of misunderstanding that look on your face.
Afraid of being rejected.
Looking foolish. Being embarrassed.
It had been a long day. Perhaps you were simply tired.
I said, "Goodnight.", turned and walked away.
Will I ever know what I really saw?