My Room, My Bed

When did the confusion start? Did I really long for you. And just tonight you’re here right beside me. Not directly beside me but being in the same room as you is fine for me. He’s the one hugging you but our proximity is good enough as it is a really small room. You’re here, in my bed, with him. But you don’t know that he likes you. He cares for you deeply, maybe deeper than I can give you. Is it impossible for you to feel his love for you? Everybody is seeing it. Are you confused to let go of your self and give in to what could be? Are you so concerned with how society or your family would see you? Haven’t you understood that all the gifts were out of wanting you? But then, I don’t know, do I also want you too? Or do I want him? It doesn’t really matter now. You’re here, the two of you, in my room, in my bed.