My confessions

I confess, I finally am breaking. I can't hide it anymore, I think I may love you. But no, we're just friends. I just think about you constantly, each time I hear a slow song, each time one mentions a boyfriend, everytime I daydream. I just long to hold your hand or see your face. I just dream of looking into your never ending eyes. Of course, just friends. I am tired of being just friends, yet terrified of being anything more. I want you to hold me, yet shudder at the thought of you holding too close. I want you to love me, yet I cry at the possibility that you may stop. And when that day comes I wont' be able to repair the damage my heart will endure, and never again be acle to depend upon another.