Pensive Thoughts

What will happen if you know of my feelings for you? What will happen then if I know you know, and you know that I know you know?

When we meet again, will we skirt the issue by asking each other mundane questions? Will we both feign ignorance, you of my feelings, and I of your knowledge?

Will it be as if I sent you a letter, and the next time we see each other, I act like I never penned it, and you like you never read it.

Oh, what tangled webs I weave, when I first practice to love.