The look that knew I was there.The look that made me feel as though I was an actual person. That you could see me. Your look, the one that says "I'm being sincere...tell me honestly" And yet, I kept up the wall. I felt safe with your look, and yet it's the same thing that makes me scared for my heart. If I tell you too much, if I open up too much, only for you to turn in the other direction, how would my heart ever recover? It's crazy, but I think that I really do, like you. But my hints have either fallen short, or I have. I've racked my brain trying to figure out if I should bring it up. It's hard because I get the feeling that other's feelings may be involved, and I don't want to hurt anyone by making them feel how I felt ever day of high school, when I was the beautiful girl's best friend. It's not easy, and I don't want to rub it in. But that doesn't change my feelings. It won't change my heart. I deserve more than settling, and at this point anyone else would be. People keep saying you're just a boy, there are others. But right now you're the only boy. I don't care anymore. If I come on too strong. Because what's love, but a risk? And what's life without love?