I love the way you have crows feet when you smile. And how your gums show a little when you speak. There is such a genuine and fun nature about you that I am addicted to. You make me feel like my best self and safe. Every time you talk about one of your camping adventures I secretly want to invite myself to them.
I love how you are masculine but still a little nerdy and vulnerable at the same time. I really can be myself around you.
The first day I met you we were in a dark warehouse sorting jeans for a black Friday sale of all things. You were wearing sunglasses. That struck me as odd. I assumed you were some wacko on drugs. But as I got to talking to you, it turned out you had super-glued your eyes shut helping your kid sister with a school project. It turned out that you were sensitive to light as your eyes were healing from the whole ordeal. I got a good laugh from that. I’ll never forget that day I had a good time sorting jeans with you and I have a good story to tease you with.
I wish you would ask me out. I would say yes. Maybe it’s all in my mind but I can tell you thought about it, but something always holds you back. I have learned from my past and know you are what I want. I just don’t feel right telling you all this to your face. It’s hard to explain really. I know I have more experience in the relationship department than you but I don’t care about that. I just wonder if you really do feel the same. If you do that is all that matters.
I am sad because you’ll never know how much I love and care about you. I don’t want to lose you out of my life. I feel like we both lost a whole world of what could have been and no one will ever know or care. That makes me sad.