When I am fond of someone, I've always hidden. Locking eyes with someone I'm so curious about just has this feeling that makes me want to hide. I've always hidden. Behind mom's leg, behind my locker, in the details of my lunch, in my comforter, in my headphones, in my fantasies.
I lay in my room It's 11, the time when I normally go to bed Staring at the ceiling and thinking of them of our late night conversations bonding through those deep things that we somehow share trusting each other more than almost anyone else I think of them with fondness and compassion With love and adoration I wish that I could tell them just exactly how I feel how much they mean but I feel as if I did they would leave or be uncomfortable and I look at them and think that no they'd never leave never But I still don't want to take that chance So I smile on as they tell me about him About how they feel and I am happy they've found someone who they feel about Someone who gives them the same feelings that they give me Someone who maybe, just maybe, cares and feels the same way about them and I smile and feel so happy that they can have that feeling Even if it means I must sit in silence
He makes me so happy, but I wish I could love him in a different way I've had a crush on him now going on 5 or 6 years