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I Have a Question (Part Two(Last Part)

"Honestly now, this place seems sophisticated enough,
were you do not laugh at a ceramic *****."

"But it's so small!..I wonder if men were really like that back then....
good thing I live in this era heehee."

I put my palm in my face, hopefully not to be drowned by her silliness,
but I couldn't help enjoy her happiness:

Ever so youthful she is in her mind that her body has not aged.
Like an elf of the forest, she could enjoy her surroundings in many ways.
Her cheeks so flushed, that I wouldn't mind biting them to see if they taste.
Lips that spread like my favorite dessert, when handed to me on a plate.

I started to stare at this picture above me of one of the young kissing couples.
She started to stare at it to, I used my peripheral vision to glance at her face.
She didn't seem too happy looking at it, 
her smile slowly turned to a line drawing that slowly turned to a pout.
Even the question was in my mind to ask her, I couldn't helped but wonder,
why I enjoyed her company so much that I didn't follow through, 
to make it more than a friendship.
Sure she is childish at times and odd, and a bit of a daydreamer, 
but those seemed to be the things that I enjoyed about her the most.
The very things that I would complain about her way of being,
were the very things that I adored, gosh we've been friends for five years now.

...But then the guitar in my mind played the song that would remind me why:


SHE HAS A BOYFRIEND, SHE ALWAYS WILL HAVE HIM BY HER SIDE,
THEY ENJOY EACH OTHERS COMPANY, REMEMBER YOU LEFT FOR TWO YEARS,
AND SHE HAD TO DECIDE LA LA LA LA.

"What's wrong?"

she asked with that still unhappy looked on her face.

"Me? Nothing, I like this place. It's cool..."
If only she was single...wonder if she would take me...

"..What's wrong with you? You seem not to like the happy couple,
When you yourself are a happy couple."

"Haven't been for five months..."

"...WHAT? Why?....um."

she laughs, she always thought how I talked and moved was amusing to her.

"It doesn't matter, he lost interest I guess, 
that's why I wanted to do nothing for the first three months."

Why is it that the people that enjoy most everything in life,
that are o so happy by meaningless things,
are also the ones that get very sad rather quickly.
She cried in all the Pixar movies and every animal cruelty commercial she bawled. 

....she's...single..do I dare?..It's to soon..
My heart is beating my mind is screaming

"What are you thinking?"

"....I have a question..."

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