Or

It's just that I keep on ignoring the signs.

Or facts.

I'm really not good at this. I tend to tip the board to my side.

Or your side.

It's particularly obvious, how you tend to ignore each heed I make. Or each nudge. Or whatever just to get you close.

Or how particularly obvious, how you dodge my feeble attempts to see you.
Or how you stayed at a good distance when I cry. Or when you cried.

Or how you significantly show any interest. In let's say, anything I do.

I'm sure this is all in my head.

And ladies and gentlemen, here I go again. Talent show. Tipping the board to wherever side that doesn't hurt me. Or you.

I'm sure I'm fine.
I'm sure you're fine. Or more than fine.

I know. I just know.
Or is this just in my head?

I wish I could read you.
I wish you could say what you want.
I wish you.
Or me.
Good night.
Or day.