I sit at home, wondering if you’ll try to get a hold of me, asking if you’ll ever catch on. I can’t help thinking. I’m scared to make the first move. I’m scared of rejection. What if I say something, only to have everything I’d wished for denied? I value our friendship. I want more, but I just can’t bring myself to ask for it. Do you notice? I always wonder. Maybe, you try to ignore it, because you’re just not interested. Maybe you’re hoping I’ll just move on. I’ve thought about you for so long now. I think about you every day. Do you ever think about me? Even though we were never very close, I’ve always wanted to get closer. We didn’t see each other for so long. But then, I see you for one night, and reality comes crashing back down on me. I’ve fallen for you all over again. Only this time, it is so much stronger, delightful, and terrible. With every friendly hug, I only wish for you to hold me for just a second longer. I want to be able to hold your hand, to kiss you, just to be with you. Do you want the same from me?