I always wonder what you are thinking when you look at me and smile. Hell, I always wonder what you are thinking when you look at me at all.

I laugh a little louder around you in the hopes that you'll notice it and think to yourself how beautiful it is.

The bravest I've ever been with expressing my feelings has been with you. But my bravery goes unwarranted, because still you have no clue.

I wish you'd grow a pair and just ask me out instead of playing these games with me. If it's a game, that means there is a loser and I was never good at winning.

I can never be just your friend again.

A huge part of me worries that you just see me as a friend and that I'm reading these signals all wrong. Perhaps that's why I don't tell you, because if I was just a friend I would be devastated.

So I did it. I found the guts to make a move. You took the bait but still nothing happened and I'm worse off than before. Why couldn't you just reject me instead of giving me hope?

I wonder how many times you end up with the person you thought you wanted, and how many times you end up with the one you are supposed to have.

You tell yourself you're waiting for the right moment. There is no right moment. You either work up the courage to admit it or you don't. But deciding if he's worth the rejection is the problem because it's the fear of rejection that keeps us silent.

When he enters the room, I know it instantly. I don't even have to see him to be aware of him. And as he passes by, my mind races of all the things I can say to him. But in the end, silence wins out.