I just want to talk to you so I can at least get things off my chest and clear the air. Chances have pointed to that never happening though. It’s been a tough pill for me to swallow because I’ve hoped for all these years that some how, some way, we’d have the conversation we never had. I wished we had taken the chance when we had it. I would message you right now if I knew for a fact that you think of me, which I kinda doubt you do.
I wondered why you looked at me the way you did? We had our fair share of glances that have been burned on my mind. I don’t know about you, but I really wanted to approach you. I just never had the courage and thought low of myself at the time.
I’ve kept this to myself for far too long. I wish you knew.