I
want to tell you.
I want
you to know
just how much
your smile
affects me,
makes me get weak-kneed
and
nervous.
Do you smile at every girl
the way you smile at me?
Are you just being nice,
or am I actually someone
special?
I
can't
stand not knowing.
It's
killing
me inside.
Sometimes I think I'll be brave,
but
then I run away and hide.
I need you to make the first move
because I'm scared of
getting hurt
again if I do.
It's
happened to me before,
and,
trust
me,
it didn't end well.
I don't know if I can take that again.
But then I think of you and realize
that maybe it's
worth
it,
you're worth
it,
and even if it doesn't work out in the end,
that's
okay because
it was
great while it lasted.