I can't let the idea of us go, you know? Cause a part of me says that as soon as I do and I move on...then you are going to wake up and realize what was in front of you the whole time.

It's not telling you that I like you that trips me up and makes me tongue-tied. It's the fear of what you'll say back that cripples me.

It's called a crush because that's usually how you end up: crushed.

When I'm alone I think about these feelings that cause me so much torture. But try as I might, I just can't get rid of them. Why do I want to be with you so much?

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.

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.

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.

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?

When I wake up tomorrow, I'll know that nothing has changed. We still aren't together and that's what hurts the most.