Unspoken Feeling

"Well, what do you think about at night?" He asked.

I was startled at his question.

"Uhmm, well, it's .... Oh never mind." I gathered all my strength to stop myself from speaking.

I was afraid. Afraid that he might start to avoid me.

I wanted to tell him what it was. That it was him I ever thought of. His sweet smile that captures my soul. His dazzling eyes that makes me go blind. Every structure of his face I've memorized.

"What was it? Tell me. Is it me?", he said jokingly.

For one second I thought I'm gonna blurt it out.

But I just smiled.

And that was it. The night where I had the chance to say, "I love you, is it alright?". Now, every night, I just looked back at that day. That conversation goes through my mind at night.