At the beginning of it all, I fell. I fell for your attractiveness and your humor. I think im starting to fall in love with you. How do i know? Because i think your special and there are butterflies in my tummy when i look at your pictures. I cry to them. Because when i do fall in love i think about my family first- about the reputation-. Is it worth it ? To be selfish and love you. To now think about you and not them. I wish you wanted me the way i want you. Maybe if we had quality time together we could have something. As in you could see me and want me too maybe. I have to admit that you dont want me…want ….want ..want ..me. You dont want me. I want to love you so hard. Tender, soft and conditional; you make me forget about the things around me. When you text me i get excited and flutters pass through my heart to my finger tips. I feel like im on a cloud. Somehow my crystallized structure fell so you can turn the cold ice to water droplets. IS this karma for i treated my last love? Is this how its supposed to hurt? I dont want to feel it but god i want you. Whats worse is that im not attractive enough, enough, …enough…. I am not enough. For you. I hope down the line we could have something. Could we share the tender moments? Where we embrace our galaxies in one kiss? Where we can look in each others eyes and loose ourselves in each thought? I want you. want, want you. But all youll ever see is nothing more than friendship. I felt romantic love with you, i thought i was something but im not. It hurts so much. I dont think youll ever want me or look at me romantically. Could our bodies touch and connect to feel each others stories through the warmth and vulrenability? I will die with this. I wont ever say any of this with you. I think you know that i want u for than a friend. Could i please please love you. Would you allow me to touch and to feel you. To hold you on your good days and bad? COuld our hearts connect and could you say that you want me too? PLease God, and the universe could you please allow us to have something. Something more than just our platonic love. I want her. I want her intrusive thoughts, her heart, her anger, her sadness, her pieces. I dont want to glue them together. I want to hold those pieces and tell her that theyre beautiful. To kiss those pieces so tender and soft. To hold them. Why dont you love me romantically? I could never say this to you. Any of this because, you want to have freedom from the chains and from the cage that you were in. I want you to love whoever u want but could i be one of those people. I would love to show you the romance. Because i dont feel afraid of loving you soft and you loving me soft. Youre the one person that i feel no fear with.