Do I like you?
Absolutely, yes.
Am I brave enough to confess?
No.
Even though I'm certain about how I feel for you, there's always something holding me back from letting you know.
I could watch you be with someone else, be jealous of the way you're spending the time I wish we could have, but I still won't take the risk.
I keep telling myself it's better this way, but deep down, it hurts more than I can put into words.