I wanted to tell you that you were so easy to love, and you didn't know it. I saw myself in you, you know? You were lively and misunderstood and funny and smart and everything I was looking for. To the world you were just another self-absorbed guy, but to me, you were earth-shattering. You actually made a difference in my life. And one of my biggest regrets is that I never told you. I never saw us through. I just believed that there was nothing waiting for me at the other end of the tunnel. We felt one-sided.
I loved you. But I know you didn't love me. And you never would, so I just kept it to myself.
God, I want to tell you, but I'm afraid you don't want to hear what I have to say. You don't want to have to reject another girl, right? Yeah, I know. It would be so embarrassing to look you in the eye with so much emotion, while you just kept thinking of a way to put me down gently and escape.
So maybe it was best that I never told you, and that I let all opportunities of doing so slip away. But why does it keep me up at night?
