Can I love you?

"Can you love me?"
The question strikes me,
you mean it, love,
not in the sense of friendship,
but something more,
"Can I love you?" I ask you back.
"Yes, I need to know, can you love me?"
It's my turn to look towards the street,
I watch the blue Toyota pass by,
I have no idea how to answer your question.
Do I tell you the truth,
do I tell you a lie?
How bad will you be hurt by my answer...
I turn back to you,
I can tell by your face,
that I've already hurt you,
by not answering right away.
Both of us are on the brink of tears,
"I don't know."
My answer sucks all the air out between us,
I'm no good at this,
I've hurt you,
even before anything has started.
I look away,
"I don't know."
I repeat again,
it's not a good answer,
it's not the right answer,
it's not the answer I want to give you.
I look you in the eyes,
in them I see everything we've been,
I see all the potential we could be,
and I see us in this exact moment.
I know I've hurt you,
no words,
no actions,
nothing can change that.
I repeat it one last time,
"I don't know."
I want those 3 words to solve everything,
just like another 3 words can.
But, it's not possible,
those 3 words, whichever one you choose,
has so much weight to them.
I picked the wrong ones...