The thing is that I love you too much, so much I cannot even gather the strength or boldness to admit my deepest, most pure, sincere feeling for the person I call a dear “friend”. I find myself dreaming of you continuously, it is maddening how much I think about you. Do you care? I’m certain you have never thought of me. You have no idea how much I wish to be in your space, overtaking every inch of room like oxygen that you are breathing in. I long to be the bed sheets that cling to your iced mocha stained skin, caressing you each night as you fall asleep. I would be greeting you with warmth each morning, with comfort and a sense of peace. If I could I would be your favorite playlist, each song feeding your mood and emotion. I would give everything to be like the shoes that are perfectly snug on your feet helping to guide your steps where only peace would lead. Whenever you work, I only hope to be the pen in your hands carefully sketching words or pictures down on paper, so that you do not forget. I will be the skies that bring you sunshine and raindrops upon your clothed skin. I desire to be the shade from a cloud over your head as you walk; everyday making an impact in your atmosphere. The stars in the sky would not dare be compared to the beauty of the entirety of you. The way you laugh like you are ashamed to be heard, the serious look of concentration etched upon your face like an astounding piece of art held in one of the most prestigious museums. Your smile could put me into my grave at any moment. Nothing compares to you, nothing replaces you, and nothing I could want but you.
