As I lay here on bed on a windy Sunday afternoon, I can't help but think that literally 3 months ago, I hadn't ever thought about you the way I do now. You just another person I knew.
But then I started to like you, and I began to see how beautiful you actually are, and we stated talking a little bit, not much, but a bit. And then I told you I liked you, and to this day I do not know why I did it. But I did. And although I regretted it at first. I do not at all now.
After I told you it was a bit awkward between us but gradually we started talking more and more, and although I know you do not like me back the way I like you, we have (in my opinion) become quite close, and I really trust you and feel I can talk to you about anything. All in all, you are bloody amazing.
There are days when I feel down because
I really like you and you don't like me back. I get jealous a lot of the time, not only of others being closer to you than me but of others who are in a relationship or about to be, and I am especially jealous of those people who like each other but are afraid to take it further than friends. I wish that me and you could could be more than we are now but I know you don't want that. And I fully respect that and you.
You once asked me why I liked you, and told someone that you didn't understand why I liked you because I didn't really know you. And yes you were correct, I didn't know you personally, I had just seen you around.
But I had seen your dedication to your work, your enthusiasm, your work ethic, how beautiful you really are. I'm so glad that we are talking as mates now because you are even more amazing than I had originally thought.
A lot of people are saying I am wasting my time liking you, but you are a great friend and if that's all we will ever be then I am fully ok with that. People say your using me and leading me on but I fully disagree with them, as we have discussed before. Usually by now I would given up and tried to move on, but theres something there that's giving me that slither of hope, something keeping me drawn towards you and I can't put my finger on what it is.
I know you'll never read this, but I want to say it to you, I want you to know how I truly feel, but part of me is scared that it would freak you out or push you away, but part of me thinks that wouldn't happen, but I don't want to risk loosing you as a friend.
I haven't felt this strongly about someone in a long time, and last time it didn't end well, so I hope we don't end up the same way as that.
One day maybe in a few years you'll read this, but by then it probably won't mean anything. It may not mean anything 3 months from now.
Only time will tell.