Sometimes I want to talk to you. I want to tell you everything. My feelings, my thoughts, my past, my concerns! I want to tell you everything, weather it be important or insignificant. But I won't cause I am afraid to tell you, for you may not want to hear what I have to say or even want to know. So I bottle them up, like I always have, sighing as I hold my tongue for blurting out! But I will look at you, seeing what a nice person you are and how caring you are. I also see the trouble you carry on your shoulders and how they effect you and I think about how can I relieve you of some of that pressure, even if it isn't my place to do so. I enjoy hanging out with you and want to get to know you more and more, but I am afraid that the more I learn about you, the more I will like you more then I do now! Sometimes, I wish there could be more, more time for us to get to know one another, more chances to talk, more feelings between us! I would love a chance to say that I am yours, and you to say "I am yours!". But I won't share these thoughts, and I won't say them aloud to you, so I take what I can get, and talk when hang out, share with you when you ask, and remember your smile as I turn away so not to have you notice I been hanging on to your every word. So I'll enjoy receiving your smiles, listen to you when we talk to me and share your thoughts, I'll share my advise if you need it and give you a smile so you might remember who may have brighten your day for even just a moment, but I won't ever tell you how I feel about you, unless you ask it of me! Maybe then, I'll share this blog with you, tell you what's on my mind and pour my heart out for you to see, I have liked you for a long while now.