why.
why am i like this.
why do you make me like this.
i've known you all my life.
my heart has learned to love your perfections and flaws.
now,
i'm stuck.
i can't tell you.

you know, i've never really been good at this whole
"showing your feelings" kinda thing.
to be honest, if it weren't for a promise, i would never tell you.

it's too risky.
i don't want to lose you.
it's too scary.
you don't feel the same.

i know this.
you look at her with such tenderness.
why can't you look at me that way?

you speak so gently, softly for only you two to hear.
we used to do that.

you hold her like she's the only thing that matters to you.
is that true?

you showed her our spot.
i know you know what i mean.

the strange cave on the old hiking path, that led to a small cliff.
i know you did.

you left the wrapper behind.

you took my childhood and ruined it with her.

but i can't hate her.

she's too sweet, and loving, and kind.

so, you will never see this.
to be honest,
i'm glad.

but i don't know how to tell you,

i

love

you.