Dear..you

Why must you be so nice, quiet, kind? One minute I look at you, then catch you looking at me. So fleeting a minute, daring to be mine. It cannot be possible. There are boundaries set into stone. I am not yours. You play the innocent, for I once was. I long to be with you, but never touch you, for I am afraid. And so, the curtain must fall and I must distant myself from you, as if an actress leaving the stage on the last night. Why couldn't I like HIM? But instead I am but a moth, and you are the flame. I wish to hide from my fleeting thoughts, for they contain mostly of you. But I'm not so sure what to do. No one knows. No one will ever know it is I, and it is you. I barely even know you, but I feel as if we could talk, sunup till sundown. Congratulations. You draw my attention, but with it you bring trouble. I can be Juliet, but you must not be my Romeo. "I am not yours, but I long to be."

Sorry. I read Jane Austen recently. So I got caught in the moment. But yeah this is the way I feel, but conveyed in a more fancier type of text.