Have you ever thought of me as more than a friend?
Have you ever lost sleep, wishing you had the courage to ask me out?
Have you ever wrote my name on a slip of paper for no reason?
Have you ever tried to read a book but couldn't focus because I smiled at you that day?
Have you ever sighed at the sound of my laughter?
Have you ever smiled to yourself because I laughed at your joke?
Have you ever blushed at the thought of holding my hand?
Have you ever pretended to read so you can stare at me?
Have you ever worried that if I figured out how you felt about me then our friendship would be ruined?
Have you ever not told your best friend exactly how much you like me?
Have you ever hated your friend because they teased you about your feelings for me?
Have you ever thought of me when couples walk down the street together?
Have you ever blushed when I accidently touch your hand?
Have you ever frowned because you're friends said that I didn't like you?
Have you ever cried because you thought it was true?
Have you ever stared at my ex and wondered why I went out with them and not you?
Have you ever thought of changing who you are so I would like you?
Have you ever wished that you could just grab me, kiss me and have me kiss back?
Have you ever wanted to hold my hand because I seemed sad but were too scared to actually grab it?
Have you ever had private conversations with me in your head?
If you have ever done any of these then we are the same.
I have thought of you as more than a friend.
I have lost sleep, wishing I had the courage to ask you out.
I have written your name on a piece of paper for no reason.
I have tried to read a book but couldn't focus because you smiled at me that day.
I have sighed at the beautiful sound of your laughter.
I have smiled at myself because you laughed at one of my jokes.
I have blushed at the idea of holding you hand.
I have pretended to read so I could stare at you.
I have worried that if you found out how I felt about you, that our friendship would be ruined.
I have never told my best friend exactly how much I like you.
I have hated my friends because they teased me about my feelings about you.
I have thought about you when I saw couples walking down the street together.
I have blushed when you accidently touched my hand.
I have frowned because my friends say that you don't like me.
I have cried because I knew it was true.
I have stared at your ex and wondered why you went out with them and not me.
I have thought of changing who I am so you would like me.
I have wished I could grab you, kiss you and you would kiss me back.
I have wanted to hold your hand because you seemed sad but was too scared to actually grab it.
I have had private conversations with you in my head.
Please tell me if you've done any of these.
I want to know if we are the same.
Have you, ever?
This is an older poem that I wrote almost two years ago.