You don’t know yet, but since the day you told me you like to play with your girlfriends’ hair, I’ve been dreaming at the moment you’d play with mine.
You don’t know this, but the
reason I can’t look into your eyes for more than a couple seconds is you
intimidate me. I start blushing when you look at me for too long. I feel the
need to hug you, to kiss you and I want you to tell me you like me as much as I
like you.
You don’t know it, but every time
you text me, a stupid smile shows up on my face and my heart races faster. What
if I told you I can’t say no when you ask me out cause I can’t wait to see you
again? What if I told you every time you drive me home and I have to get off
the car, I wait a bit just to see if you’ll do something crazy like kissing me,
cause I don’t have the guts to do it.
I like teasing you.
I like listening to music with
you.
I like going out with you.
I like being in the car with you.
I like it when you challenge me.
I like the way you drive.
I like your hugs.
I like you.
I’m jealous at your friends when
you hang out with them and I hate those girls whose photos you like on
facebook. I wish I knew everything you do when I’m not with you. But most of
all, I wish I knew you feel this way too.
It’s all a cliche, but I like you
and I don’t know if I should let you know or not. It’s the old story… I’m
afraid you won’t feel the same, I’m afraid I could lose the friend I have in
you if your feelings don’t match mine.
You’re kind, smart, funny,
careful, generous, open-minded.
I'm just a kid. Funny how you used to call me 'kiddo'. I’m a coward, I know. But can you
blame me for not wanting to be hurt again? I’m also a dreamer, but what I’ve
learned recently is that dreams are better when they’re just that, dreams.
