I wish I could tell you. But why would I? Why would I dare fuck anything up any more than I already have? You don’t understand the effect you have on me. And you probably will never see this. But I like you. I like you a lot more than I should. You make me smile and laugh on the worst of nights. And yet, at the same time, you make me cry because I don’t mean nearly as much to you as you mean to me. I thought maybe, for a split second, but I was being stupid. To think that maybe I meant more. But who am I kidding? No body would want someone like me. Especially not someone like you. Someone so stunning and kind-hearted. Someone so caring and cute. Everything I’ve seen, I like. All of it. I know I don’t know everything. I probably never will at the rate I’m going. Maybe I try too hard. Maybe I don’t try hard enough. I wonder if you know that I stay up until 6AM every morning just in case you need me? Probably not…
But I know this much…you won’t see this. And if you do, you won’t know it’s about you. And I’ll never breathe a word.
