An Unwritten Letter

To the man I hide in my heart,

I cannot explain, nor face you as I am about to bring up the emotions that you are about to read.

All I know is that it's in my heart and it hasn't disappeared.
Not for days.
Not even months.
Lets say, years.


Strangely enough, what started on a page must either end or continue on a page.
This is not Good Bye,
But, it's time.
Time for me to let you know why,
Why I smile when I see you,
Why I am always trying to make you laugh,
And why I am constantly mesmerized by you.


I cannot begin to tell you how you capture my attention.
I am more aware of your beauty than you are.
This is not an obsession.
This is me appreciating you,
Probably more than anyone else can.
Is that selfish to say?
I don't think so.
I cannot help knowing you inside and out.


I'll admit that there are moments when I don't think of you,
But when I come to that realisation, I create thoughts that involve you.


Who are you and why have you chosen me to think of you so often?
I see you staring at me.
I even see you wanting to sit close to me.
Most of all, I've seen those, "I want to kiss you" eyes.
But, nothing.

I'm not fed up.
But, I am thinking too much of nothing.
Tell me why.


Wait.
You can't.
Because this letter is unwritten,
And you will never receive it.