To her

I like you. I have since 2 summers ago. I know you like her. You told me, I agreed she was cute. I want to kiss you when I see you. Won’t you notice me? You trusted me, I trusted you. You’ve told me your secrets, but I can’t tell you mine. I wish I had the courage. I wish I could shout from the rooftops that I fucking love you and I don’t care if anyone knows. But I do care if people know, you most of all. I hope I’ll get over this. But you are so kind, caring, beautiful, and flat out amazing. I’ll never be with you, but atleast we are friends. If not, id go crazy.