For once, I’d like to be the oblivious one.
The one completely unaware of how someone feels, until he is standing there, shifting his feet, asking me to go to dinner, or to dance, or to drink tea and watch the sunset, or just anything lovely like that.
Call me old-fashioned, but for once I would like to be the one pleasantly surprised, to be the one saying yes. To be the one adored.
Just once. That’s all it would take.