Mystery

You know,
you’re a mystery
to me.

Our...
I don’t even know what,
exactly,
to call it...

A relationship, of sorts?
A friendship?
An acquaintanceship?

I don’t know.

Our,
whatever-it-is,
constantly
confuses me.

Do you like me
at all?

Do you think of me
as more?

Do you want absolutely
nothing
to do with me?

Or what?

I have no idea
what to think.

Please tell me,
clarify,
let me know.

I can’t stand
living in
this never ending
mystery.