I've known him since I was three.
I've cried infront of him,
I've laughed,
And now I don't see him as a brother.
I see him as much more.
Love may describe this at one point,
But I am young and the time for love will come,
I sometimes wonder what it would be like if he knew
But then I hold myself back from saying anything.
I don't want the awkwardness that comes from him not liking me back.
I'd rather be a friend
Than that just that girl he used to know that likes him.
Talking is better than avoidance.
And I'll take that any day.
I just wish I could find out how he feels
