You Don't Know

There's a lot of you. Who just don't know everything I want you to. It kills me that every time I see you that I don't have the nerves to say it. That instead I have to do it anonymously over a random blog.

So here it goes.

You're beautiful. You have such doubts about yourself and I just don't know why. I wish you could see yourself as everyone else sees you.

I really, really like you. But as a friend, I think. Maybe we could've been something more, but I think that time has passed. I'm so sorry for hurting you.

You once said that you didn't know if anyone looked up to you like that. I do.

Somehow I always feel as if I'm not good enough for you. Like I never know what to say, or how to act, and every move I make just condemns me more. I hate that.

I don't know how to feel about you. I think I like you as more than a friend, but I'm not sure. You are a wonderful person. You make me feel happy. Like I am good enough. It's a great feeling.

I've been there for you always. Even when you hurt me so bad that I lock myself in my room to cry, I can't bring myself to hate you. I love you so much, and I just can't understand what I did to you. Why do you hate me?