stewing in my own ridiculousness

I wonder if I read too much into things. The choked no as I partner someone else in a game of pool. The way you look at me when you think I am not looking. I love the way your jacket smells, and sharing an earphone listening Ray Charles is bliss. Little excuses to touch you, the small of your back when your in my way and I want to attempt a shot, shoulder to shoulder as we listen to music, absorbing your warmth.

I feel silly