When They Told You

Some of my friends came up to you today and told you that i loved you. When you gave them a surprised look they said that they were kidding.

Later you came up to me in the hallway and asked me if it was true. I did not answer. All I did was stare at the ground.

I really have not talked to since. I've barely been able to look at you. But I see your face in my head. And I wonder. Do you love me too?

That was last week. I see you in the halls all the time. I wave to you and your friends at lunch and say hi to you when I can.

You act as though I'm invisible. Like how I acted around you. I wonder if you feel the same. Do you?

Now it has been a couple of years since that secret was shared. We are in high school now. It is so crazy. If it was not for you. I do not think I could survive it alone.

I do not think I mind that you and me do not talk. I listen to your conversations and you listen to mine. We do not make comments about them. We just silently nod.

Today it was raining and I saw you waiting for the bus without an umbrella. I came over and stood with you. I let you use my umbrella. You thanked me with a smile.

I love that smile, I always will. It does not matter if I tell my friends that I am over. Because I am not. I will always love you. I love you now. I love you then. The worst part is... you can never know it, because it is my secret. And my secret alone.