RED LIGHT

GREEN LIGHT

I’ve got a crush.

I liked him the first day I saw him.

His voice is distinct and his cologne mystic.

I am hypnotized.

I feel like a kid again, in an open field.

I feel like playing games, not playing games but a game.

Red Light, Green Light.

To let him know I’ve got a crush or not.

To approach or not.

We speak, exchange friendly glances but then…

Red light.

I stop.

I am not sure.

I second guess.

I hesitate.

Another day, Another chance.

Smile.

Smile back.

Exchange pleasantries.

I laugh.

I throw my head back and show all my teeth.

I lean in.

I brush up against him slightly.

I give all the right signals.

Green Light.

GO!