i feel

i think i know

it's been hard. things haven't always been clear for me. in fact, things still aren't clear, but i think i know. i notice the little things, the signs you send, and the love you give, but i'm not sure if you're sending your love to me or if they got the wrong address. but when i see that lots of love you give, i can't help but hope that its's for me. a split second where my heart stops beating to take a breath and then returns to its natural pace. i read what you wrote about a mysterious love interest and the pain that it's causing you. i want you to know that, even if i'm not the love you're looking for, i'm here. i'm here for the things you think you can't say to me. i'm here for the pain you feel, but i'm also here for the joy. i want to be there for every second of it. every minute and every emotion. i want you. all of you. and i think you want the same, but how could you? you're beautiful and flawless. you stride through this world with ease, or at least that's what i see. that's how i've always seen you, but recently you've shared with me your struggles. all the pain you've felt and all the mountains you've had to climb. and although you've described to me your pain, i still see no flaws in your skin. no problems within. i see beauty and grace, and i just wish i could tell you everything. i've peeled myself back and let it all go. i've told you everything in my mind, but i've bit my tongue before i can spill what's in my heart. i continuously catch myself before spitting out that final line. "i think that i like you, and i think you feel the same." and because i restrain myself, i think you don't know. but then again, nothing is clear to me, so do i even know?