I wish I could tell you I like you. I’m confused. Not with how I feel, but with the situation I am in. I wish I could tell you I like you. But I have to keep it in because I know it’s a dead-end street. It’s so nice to have you around just like the sweet aroma of a freshly baked cookies. Just seeing you is enough. I wish I could tell you how much I like you. It actually scares me because it’s growing everyday like a flower blooming in the midst of chaos.
Even if I never told you, I think, somehow, you know how I feel. I’m hoping that you’re aware because I’ve always been very honest with my actions. I know you don’t feel the same and I’m not hoping that you eventually will. I just hope that you’ll see the signs from the way I look into your eyes and how my gestures touch your sleeping soul.
Then, I’ll be happy that I’ve told you how I feel even if you never heard it from my lips.
I wish I could tell you I like you. Oh wait, I forgot. This is a just a dream.