Here we are, face to face. You can’t look me in the eye. “There’s something I want to say,” I tell you. “What is it?” you mumble. “What if I told you I like you,” I say. You don’t answer, but shuffle on both feet. The floor seems more interesting. That silence says everything, but also nothing at all. Are you shocked? Are you pleased? Just say something, and finally you do. “I like you, but…” But nothing. And I walk away.