i can't tell him.
people always say to tell people that you love them- that you only live once, and that you should live with no regrets, but;
i can't.
i can't let these words spill out of my mouth like coffee spills out of a blazing hot cup on the way to work.
i can't tell him what i've wanted to do to his body and i can't tell him that i've thought about him touching me so many times that i swear i can still feel his soft, elegant skin on mine. i can't tell him that when i think about our skin on each other's that it makes me loose my mind.
i can't possibly tell him that, no.
i can't tell him that i've thought about him so hard that i loose track of time, that i daydream.
i can't tell him. he'd make me look more of a fool then i do at the moment.
he'd just to continue to shatter my heart.
and i'd just continue to love him and feel the pain of being unloved.
