You’ve snuck up on me.
I never really saw it coming.
I noticed you the first day, but wrote you off way too soon. Too many things I’d want to change.
After a year we are like best friends. I wouldn’t want to change anything about you.
We both know there is something there, and everyone else can see it. I often ask why of your current unhappy relationship. You ask me why I care so much, even though you know why. We’ve even talked about “us”, but I jokingly play it off, scared if you are serious.
I’ve never met anyone like you. No one can make me laugh like you can.
I love how you stare at my lips when I speak. I love how we tease, and our witty banter. I love how I feel when I’m with you. Feelings I’ve been trying to ignore, I can ignore no more. You’re on my mind all the time.
Yet I’m always afraid if “we” would work out. I’m always too afraid to tell you how I really feel.