Masks

I see him, and my heart freezes.

No, no, not again.

He is holding flowers,

And wearing something nice.

My friends must have

Told him "something I said"

Jokingly.

They can be such assholes.

I cannot face him,

Once more pretending

That there is some interest

Of him and me being

"More than friends"

When friends is a stretch.

I sigh.

There is no getting out of this.

I force my feet to move,

Forcibly pushing me down

The hall towards him.

My heart is thudding,

harder and harder,

As we near each other.

He grins.

"I'd like to ask you out on date."

My heart clamors to silence,

And sweat beads down my face.

I force a nice smile,

Accepting the flowers,

And biting my lip.

He waits with his grin,

Anticipating.

"I'd love to go out with you."

He lights up instantly,

A kid in a candy store,

And runs to tell his friends

I accepted! I accepted!

While I stand in the hall,

Fighting back tears.

Damn.

I start the walk of shame.