then the question i've wanted to ask
for so long revisited my brain
it felt like a mouse was going to slide
through my throat and jump out of my mouth
at any second, i was quite nervous
"hey..." i said to him
"yeah?" he replied
i paused for a moment, taking in a deep
breath to ease the anxiety
"...do you...think i'm pretty?"
it was so simple, yet the answer was so meaningful to me
because i know who he really wanted was her
i know he thought she was one of the most beautiful girls
but i couldn't help but ask, "what about me?"
because i just
wanted to feel
at least
a little
pretty
too

-g.j.