Someday you’ll read this and wonder how you never noticed.
How every time I talked to you I had my hand pressed to my heart, as if that would keep it in my chest.
How when you looked at me with those eyes, I stopped talking and just stared.
How those Christmas cookies came for you every year, and I beamed when you smiled and said “thanks”.
How you thought I was just being a good friend when I told you she was crazy not to like you.
How that birthday card said “love” at the bottom.
Someday it’ll be too late.
