For almost two years, I have been in love with you, without you even knowing. You’re not exactly my ex, but theres just so many things I should have said and done. But I was scared, and worried about your rejection and having to face you after that, and I just couldn’t.
I wish I had told you that your smile always made me feel… welcome. When we’d greet each other upon seeing each other, you’d give me that smile… the one that could break any girls heart. I wish I had told you how beautiful I thought you were, with your warm brown eyes and fluffy hair. I wish I had told you you could always make me laugh, especially when my depression was at it’s worst. And I needed that, I needed someone’s warmth to help me. I wish I had just sat with you, gotten to know every little thing about you.
I just wish I had kissed you, held you, let you know how much I cared but I’m such an idiot, that I couldn’t even tell you. I was afraid to show that I was human and that I needed you. And now? We haven’t talked in ages, I haven’t seen your face in such a long time. Yet, something in my heart can’t forget you… can’t move on until I tell you.
I’m such an awkward person. I could just send a message asking you to meet up with me, and then I could tell you but I ‘m just not good at that. Besides, you’re probably in a relationship now. I just wasted all this time, hoping you felt the same, but I know you don’t, and if you ever did, that’s passed.
I miss you.