Kiss me.

It started with a look, a joke, a laugh- you stared into my eyes, and playfully pushed me away...
 Then inside, we tackled, "Give me the crate!" I giggled, you pulled it away, we fought, my arms around your back, you biting my hands. All playfully, all a joke, but then.. then you turned around... you faced me.
I looked into your eyes again, I wanted to push you against the wall, kiss you, hold you, I wanted you to take my face in your hands and kiss me, tell me that it was always me.

Instead I turned away, "fine".... I gave up. I walked away..
Because I knew, I know- won't ever want me the way I want you.