Why don’t we say the things we want to say?
Why do we keep them bottled up and hope that another person will say them instead?
What if that person never says those things?
What if I live forever wondering about him?
What if I never get a chance to tell him?
What if I tell him and he rejects me?
What if I tell him and i lose my best friend?
What if I don’t tell him and stay his friend forever?
What if staying his friend forever kills me?
I want to talk to him everyday and be the reason he smiles. I want to be his permeant shotgun rider. I want to help him achieve all the goals he has. I want to know what it feels like to fall asleep next to him. I want to make him happy. I want his flawed, perfect self.
What if I told him and he felt the same way?
What if I told him and he immediately kissed me?
What if I told him and he said “finally”?
What if I told him and it turned in to happily ever after?