If I wrote down what I think about you, would you read it? If I were to tell you how I feel, would you listen? There's so much I wish I could be honest about, but I fear that my misjudged feelings may jeopardized our friendship. I already know that we don't share a common ground when it comes to ideas as such, you don't have to remind me. I know I never had a chance to start with. Don't ask why I fell for you, because it's too complicated to answer. Emotions are too hard to control as it is, so it's even harder for me to remain silent all the while. It hurts seeing you with him. I know I ain't supposed to get jealous, but I still do. It hurts even more to know that if I told you all this that our friendship would be nonexistent. I know I'm not a prince, but is it such an insult to be liked by me? It must be. I'm sorry for liking you. I shall try to hold my tongue ever longer.
