I wish you would tell me that you love me, so that I can tell you right back that I love you too. I would be happy to say it first, but you took that power away from me a long time ago, when you said you were afraid of hurting me, and that’s why we couldn’t be together. Really, I think you’re actually afraid that I’ll hurt you, and that’s why you’ve hesitated.
So we’ve kept that emotional distance–never talking about our feelings, but acting on them all the time. I’ve been patient and understanding, but the line we drew has become oh so blurred, I no longer know what we are.
I’m waiting for you to say it. You must feel it too.