We’ve known each other for a few months now, but you don’t really know me.
Today you asked if I wanted some fries from your plate, and I said no. You weren’t shocked by my response, because you don’t really know me.
I’m not blaming you; because it’s me who’s holding back.
I’m holding back.. because I don’t know if you really want to see everything there is to see.
I’m holding back.. because it’s easier to put up a wall than be exposed.
I’m holding back.. so that it won’t hurt when it ends, because at least I can tell myself that you never really knew me.
I’m holding back.. maybe to see if you’d care enough to dig deeper.
I wonder if I’ll ever let you know me well enough to ask “What’s wrong?” when I say no to fries :-)
