Dear Boy,


i've thought about this long and hard. and i think its time you know.

i've told myself that it won't work. i've told myself not to hope for something that can never be. i've told myself that i should never look at you as more than just a friend. i've forced myself to not have more than friendly feelings towrds you. i keep denying and disguising. i keep stepping back so that i wont fall.

but i cant help it.

its happening. even as i try desperately to hold back. even as i tell myself repeatedly that this will never be. even as i tell myself that im not the girl for you. even as i force myself to ignore the feeling i get when you talk to me. its still happening.

im falling Boy.

i really cant help it. i know i shouldnt but i cant stop myself. we have such awesome conversations. and there's never a dull moment. you never fail to make me laugh and it all feels so right. i'm so comfortable with you that its scary sometimes. and though i'll never admit it to you i think you're one hell of an awesome guy.

i love the way we click. the way we can keep going for hours and never get bored. the way some of the things you say and do make me feel like slapping you and hugging you at the same time. the way we can talk about anything from serious issues to random nonsense. i love the way you laugh at almost everything. and i love your disgustingly sexy voice.


i cant help but think that we could be so good together.


but i dont think i'll ever be brave enough to tell you how i feel.

i admit it. im a coward. im afraid of getting hurt. im afraid of losing you as friend. im scared that things will change between us once i tell you, cause i know that they most definately will. and im absolutely terrified of your reaction if i were to tell you.


because i dont think you feel the same way about me.


but i guess i'll never really know how you feel, will i?

unless you tell me. unless you decide you feel it too and make the first move. unless you decide to open your heart and let me in. i'll just wait. wait for you to hold out your arms to me and pick me up from where ive fallen. wait for some miracle from cupid.


i'll just wait. and hope.


Wishing i could tell you,
Visha