I'm not sure why I won't tell you, I suppose it's out of fear that I'll be rejected. I'm embarrassed to say that I love you because I hate saying it. Why must love be this horridly amusing? I sit and wonder why I think that I love you, and I can't come up with reasons not to. You honestly don't try to make me happy, and I know that, but you do, so why shouldn't I count that as a reason? I can't stand that we don't talk as often as I'd like - I miss you.
Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like if I had told you that I liked you while I was dating my ex. Would things have ended up differently? What would my mother say if I brought you home? What would my brother say, seeing as he owns the house? It all just seems so insurmountable.
Half way through, I always end up checking to see if you're online, so that I can talk to you, and hear your silly AIM message sound. If I had gone out with you on Halloween with your friends, what would have happened? I'm afraid of this - why am I so afraid?
I've come so close to telling you how I feel, but I wither away. Now that it's been so long, and I have waited so long, would you even like me? We don't talk much anymore, do you even remember me? I remember you...
This is something that I just half made up. Some of it is true, some of it isn't. I actually know this girl, and I do like her, and I haven't told her. I'm probably not going to, but I'd like to. I'm not asking for advice, just a way to express my feelings some place.
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