Her head against my shoulder,

Resting daintily,

With the moonlight on the waterfront.

No words exchanged between us,

A pregnant silence,

Broken only by the howling wind.

Consumed by insecurity,

Unsure of what to do,

I sigh and let my chance slip by...

Author's Note: *picks at a flower* She likes me, she likes me not... *pauses, picks another flower* I like her, I like her not... *buries face in hands, groans* I'm so confused...