He almost said it

I sent the drawing. No soft words. No long note. Just, I drew this one night. I have been looking at it for days. I hit send and put the phone face up. I sit by the window. I watch the city.

Eleven minutes I do not touch it. That is so long for me. I always look.

When I come back, he has written that the woman in the picture looks like someone who is really paying attention. Like someone who listens the way I listen. He does not say, it was you.

I want him to say it. Jinjja, I really do.

So I send the flower. The flower is what I send when I cannot say the real thing. He always knows what it means.

I think I am a little in love. I think I have been for a while now. I think he might be too.

Why is it so scary to write that down.