Unrequited

Unrequited

You look at her the way I wish you'd look at me. You've had that look on your face since the day I met you and some days I am happy for you and some days it kills me to see it. I wish I had the courage to tell you how I feel but I am a coward. I wish I could have told you this before, so it could be us together now. At the same time I wonder if I glorify you, idolize you, and put you up on a pedestal. I know your flaws because they are like mine. This makes me wary to be with you, but is it because I don't know what to say to you, or how to deal with my own emotions? I think we would be so good together some days, but on other days, I think, is it really healthy for two people like us to be together? We might bring each other down. But at the end of the day, I still wish you were with me. Maybe someday I can overcome my obstacles and open up to you. But until then, I can't say a word, because you are both my friends, and it would kill me just as much to hurt you both if I opened my mouth. Love is a funny thing - if that's what this is. More like infatuation. Someday I'll get over it, but I'll always be wondering - what if?