But what if.
What if I told him how I absolutely adore his every move.
How I actually love how needy he is,
And that he inspires me to do better and be better.
What if I said I think he's the one for me.
What if I didn't.
What if I continue to be his friend and see other men
And act like I feel nothing for him.
What if it turned out he's loved me all along
And has just been waiting for a green light that got stuck on yellow And never even turned to red.
What if he doesn't care.
And I'm right in believing that I mean nothing to him.
What if I told him and he thought I was crazy and disowned me.
What if I live my whole life wondering "what if".
I'm too much of a coward to tell him
And too curious not to.
