I like you.
I’ve always liked you. I’ve always wanted to hold your hand and whisper jokes between the two of us. I want to to be laughing with me. I want to hug you is absolute happiness.
When I met you I had a crush on you. You’re smart, attractive (even if you don’t admit it) and I know that if you were willing, we could talk for hours about everything.
Your eyes twinkle when you smile, and your sense of humor allows you to laugh at the mundane things in life.
I don’t want to ask you out, I just want to steal you away. The problem is that I don’t know if you feel anything for me. Worse, you may know how I feel and not want me to bring it up.
Now it’s too late, you’ve left the room, and I may not see you again. But I know I’ll remember how I felt about you when we pass by each other again, even if you don’t remember me.
I can only hope it’s better this way.