Were already friends, you know me and I know you
But can this friendship ever
blossom?
You let me stroke your hair,
so soft and silky,
and you dont know it means more
to me
This platonic connection has gone on long enough,
I'm ready to go on, to the good stuff
But Im terrified of rejection, the pain and hurt of it,
but I really like you
So I ask you now, be aware of my feelings,
