It seems like i won't be able
to tell you the truth,
so I'm writing a letter
that I'll never send...
Stupid, right?

I guess I'm just scared
of my own feelings;
and it's not even that bad,
but i worry about your response

I'm going to confess something
because, as i said,
you won't read this and,
if you don't know about it,
I can be sure
you'll never tell a soul

I've been giving too many hugs lately...
My friends and family are surprised,
but they just take it
as a sign of love

I wish they weren't wrong,
trust me, i do;
sadly, they are

I embrace everyone around me,
even more than i did before,
because I've been trying
to replace your arms,
though I discovered that
it can't be done

Nobody's hugs
will feel as cozy as yours
and the thing is,
I think it's only
because i don't want them to

Actually, i don't wanna be hugged,
looked at, or kissed
if I'm not hugged,
looked at and kissed
by you

The worst part is
that i miss you 24/7
and i can do nothing about it

How could i,
when i keep thinking about you
as the boy who's too good
to me?

So here's what I'm gonna do:
I can't say all of that
to you directly,
I'm an idiot and I'm afraid,
but if you ever read this,
I promise I won't deny
the fact that your name
is hidden behind
all these words