short story made into a poem

So what now?

His question was

Followed by

An awkward silence

His eyes longing

For those three

Words to be said

His breathing was

Shallow and soft

His whole world

Would pause until

I gave my answer

Once spoken it couldn’t be taken back

Once spoken everyone would know

Once spoken everything would change

I knew his reply

Yet fear still hit me.

Those three small words

Mean the world to him

Everyone else says it

Without a second thought,

So why is it so hard for me?

Wanna go out?

We return to our recess.