Is What You Said

"I…. I like you!"

That's what I said that day.

That day when we were in the library.

"What do you mean?"

Is what you said. You said it like you didn't understand.

"I like you…"

Is what I said, again. Then I questioned myself. What part of 'I like you' do you not understand?

"You mean in…."

Is what you said and I nodded. You thought of what I meant, and you were right. I mean it, in that way.

"I'm sorry."

Is what you said. It was your response that day. The so-called 'answer' to my question.

"Wh-what do you mean?"

Is what I said, afraid that you would never talk to me again. That is the response I gave you to your 'Im sorry.'

"Until you get your feelings figured out…."

You let out a sigh.

"Never talk to me again."

Is what you said with a serious look on your face. You said it like it was a demand, like I didn't understand my feelings.

"But…"

"I understand what my feelings are! I know they're not wrong!"

Is what I said. I understand what this feeling is and you tell me to figure it out?!

"Yes, they are."

Is what you said. You are not me, I'm not you. You can't tell me that I'm wrong with this feeling.

"NO IT'S NOT! YOU CAN'T TELL ME TO FIGURE OUT MY FEELINGS WHEN I ALREADY KNOW THEM. YOU'RE NOT ME!"

Is what I said out of anger. How could you tell me what my feelings are? Then I realized that I yelled at you by mistake.

“I’m…..I’m sorry…….I didn’t mean to…..I just…..I….”

Is what I somewhat said. I couldn’t explain, I couldn’t say anything. But I didn’t mean to.

“That’s enough.”

Is what you said. Walking away and acting as if nothing happened. You didn’t even look back. You had your eyes on that door that led to the hallway, you didn’t care what I said anymore. And I’ll follow what you said.

I’ll figure out my feelings.

Correctly this time.