Sunday, March 16, 2003

 

3/16/03

Maybe it's love- I don't know...
I just can't tell you what happens in me...
It's affection. Can't you see?

I can't let on that I'm scared...
You'll see right through to my soul...
What shall I say when you know?

Forever held in my heart,
I'll hide inside how I wish'd it to be,
and never let it show...

Maybe you'll never leave me...
Remain as friends -let it be...
I'll hide inside these few words...

I truly like you...

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He never ever met anyone else like her. If she wasn't perfect, she was close enough to it. If anyone was his TTP, it was her. He could take any song and relate it to something about her. She was that versatile.
But, she always was sprung on or with someone else. And he understood why. She was only human. He could handle that.
They were choice picks, they'd make her happy. But he couldn't help but feel small. He knew he'd be a good boyfriend, but he wasn't in her lineup. But he could handle that too.
What he couldn't handle was himself. How he always seemed to fool himself into thinking that she had the smallest inkling of affection for him. How he perceived every compliment she gave to him as a hint of something more. How he always dreamt of her. How, at school, he always seemed to notice her everywhere. How he cherished every IM, text message and thought the two shared.
She always talked about the qualities she wanted in her beau. In his mind, he was always throwing his hand up in the air shouting, "I'm right here!"
The kid had it bad.
But he realized that he truly wanted her to be happy. And he could handle it if it didn't include him in the picture.
So he waited as a friend, always hiding those few words he longed to tell her:
I honestly love you.

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I'm out.
-Ryan

Ryan posted this at 2:33 PM.