Hi.

You know me.
You've known me for years.

Despite all of this,
I feel like you don't know me.
Or I you.

I have long admired you,
Looked up to you,
Apreciated you.

But it wasn't 'till puberty hit,
That I actually took a good look at you.

You'd grown up.
Mentally and physically.
Quite handsome in fact.

We've known each other for years.
Since we were just toddlers.
But I'd never thought of you like that.

As someone more than a friend.
More than a brother.

I honestly don't know if you like me,
And though your flirting is terrible,
I can't tell if it's practice or for real.

But I wanted you to know
The world to know;
That I like you. A lot.

And I wanted the world to know,
Before you do.