So I have this huge crush on you and you have no idea. I think your pretty close to perfect and would die to call you mine but yet I still can’t work up the courage to tell you:/
Even if I told you I would be afraid of what you’d say in response. I’d get…
Because if you were to be a repeat of my past—if you were to reject me like the others—I wouldn’t know how to recover my peace of mind. They say silence is needed for peace, but peace to me is the thought of your voice filling my ears and the fantasy of simply touching your hand. Without all of those rampant thoughts, all that would remain would be a ghostly silence…
A silence that would eat me alive inside out untill all thats left is a mere echo. Is this fierce yearning what they call love? Its the “finest” of human emotions yet the most abstract. Its all encompassinand I’m sure thats what I feel for you. How can you not see it?