The Significance Of A Stranger. Poem by Lulu Muffin

sitting outside on that cold gravel street,
that one august night, complete strangers
you asked me
'have you ever loved someone so much
that it hurt you to look into the gorgeous eyes of the beholder,
to think of something so beautiful about them and want to cry immediate after? '
i casually sat there not knowing what to say.
i didnt want to respond with a simple answer
i didnt want to asnwer at all.
i was embarassed and humiliated all at once,
by my innocent thoughts and feelings.
'what are you afraid of? '
sitting there shaking trying to think of
something remotely intelligent to come up with,
quietly i asnwered,
'rejection is what i fear most'
'whats the worst that could happen?
he could tell you that he feels the same way,
or that he thinks you guys would be better off as friends.'
i sat there baffled,
knowing some stranger was completely right.