Admitting is the hardest part. It's hard to tell you all the little things I saw in you. You'll say that I'm creepy,
or that I'm wierd. You won't like me(any more than you do now). It certainly won't impress you, and I'm sure
that, in fact, you'll like me less.

But I'm too weak anyway. I won't ever be able to open that foolish mouth of mine to tell you all this. This is why
I'm writing this. Even though you won't ever know, I just wanted to say it once.

I like you.