She knows me well. Very well.
Maybe i do like him so. Nahh can't be.
I must be losing my mind.
He doesn't even know it.

I wait up for him.
I say barely enough words to him.
And that's just once a week.
Why am i doing this...
This is bad.

So what if. i'm so close!
It's not impossible. Just crazy.
I wouldn't mind it. Infact, i don't.
It's so different. But i still like it.

I like the thought of it.
It's just the sweetest thing.
But how am i suppose to...
He's so far away.

He'll never read this. Ever.
It's just this feeling i get.
All this isn't true at all.
And you can now forget everything. :)