You made me smile and chased away the black clouds in my life. Not many people can draw me out from my wall, but you did. Yet, there’s this feeling I can’t shake it away — you aren’t and won’t be mine. When you said it, I’ve never hated the word “friends” more.
I think I love you. I think I want to experience the things you’ve shared about your life with you. Your adventures. Your observations. I think there’s just so much more we can talk about. To think that I was worried about those little moments of awkward silence…
Should I start at all? Or should I continue waiting? Should I take a step forward and try to brush away the hints I might have misread? Should I consider myself worthy… of you?
I feel like I am someone different when I’m with you. I talk louder. I always get excited because there’s so much in our conversation that I could share.
I like losing myself, but I don’t want to lose you.