Dear, Love (Never Read This...)

Please.

Did you know that I wanted to cry every time I saw your face? Your not-so kiss-able lips, that I could never touch, always so close to mine as we lean our heads together in excited chatter.

I'm sure you could see it in my eyes, so find and loving in your presence. Or maybe you just thought it was me.

But I love you, dear. It's too much to handle on my own anymore.

Please tell me you love me, too.