Everyday I look forward to talking to you.
Every school day, I look forward to seeing you.
Every class, I sit and wait until you smile.
Every time we talk, I say something stupid just to hear your laugh.
Every time we hug, I feel like it could go on forever.
But I don't know how to tell you this.
I don't know how you would react.
I'm afraid of what you would say.
and I'm afraid that you will think of me differently.
And so everyday, I wonder things like:
Do you still like her?
What could or would have happened?
Do you feel the same way?
Do you think of me as much as I think of you?
Will one of us get hurt?
And with every day, hour, minute, and second,
I think these things,
and I secretly wish that I could have you.
