Just Enough

I could tell already I'd gotten further than I'd wanted to, that she liked me a little too much. And I told people and they said well what's wrong with that. But sometimes you don't want to be liked a lot. You want to be liked just enough. Just enough for things to get close and then stop before they get too close, and here I was, close as could be, feeling some kind of actual warmth when all I wanted was to feel nothing. And I guess I should be grateful. That someone should give their warmth, real warmth, so quickly and willingly to a guy like me. But I never asked for it. I never said I was cold. I am. But I've never said it until now.