You tell yourself you're waiting for the right moment. There is no right moment. You either work up the courage to admit it or you don't. But deciding if he's worth the rejection is the problem because it's the fear of rejection that keeps us silent.

I wonder how many times you end up with the person you thought you wanted, and how many times you end up with the one you are supposed to have.

So I did it. I found the guts to make a move. You took the bait but still nothing happened and I'm worse off than before. Why couldn't you just reject me instead of giving me hope?

A huge part of me worries that you just see me as a friend and that I'm reading these signals all wrong. Perhaps that's why I don't tell you, because if I was just a friend I would be devastated.

I can never be just your friend again.

I wish you'd grow a pair and just ask me out instead of playing these games with me. If it's a game, that means there is a loser and I was never good at winning.

The bravest I've ever been with expressing my feelings has been with you. But my bravery goes unwarranted, because still you have no clue.

I laugh a little louder around you in the hopes that you'll notice it and think to yourself how beautiful it is.

I always wonder what you are thinking when you look at me and smile. Hell, I always wonder what you are thinking when you look at me at all.

I wish you'd give me some kind of sign that you feel the same. Anything really, just something to let me know I should still hold on to the idea of us. As it is, as much as I don't want to, I'm close to letting go.