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Yes. No. Maybe

Yes, I miss you

No, not enough to tell you

Maybe if you can show that the feeling is mutual, I will

Yes, you like my company

No, what else was I thinking you’d like?

Maybe, just maybe you might like something else soon

Yes, it’s a new week

No, I’m not anxious to see you

Maybe bumping into you someplace will do just fine

Yes, we’re past that, I know

No, yes, I said no again

Maybe if you were more ‘into’ me, I’d say yes

Yes, yes?

No, n-no please

Maybe or maybe not, I like it here
Yes, I heard you the first time

No, I don’t feel the same way yet

Maybe…..no maybes

Yes, I got your gift

No, I mean yes, I love it

Maybe I should get you a gift too sometime

Yes, I’ll be ready by eight

No, you can pick me up by nine instead

Maybe it’ll be fun, let’s see

Yes, it’s been two years, can you believe it?

No, me too

Maybe I’ve eventually fallen for you

Yes, you can come over

No, you can spend the night

Maybe some other time

Yes, I know right?

No, I mean wait? Did you just pop the question?

Maybe….oh my God!

Yes, yes, yes, yes

No, I mean yes, I love you too

Maybe we can live happily ever after

 
 
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