What if I were afraid? What if I were afraid of telling you and ruining everything? What if I were afraid that telling you, finally after all these years, that I love you would only freak you out? That it would end the tiny bit of conversation we have. End the joking around and plotting people’s “sudden misfortunes”. Make hanging out with everyone else really awkward. What if I thought that forcing you to realize that I love you would just scare you? Well guess what. I am afraid. I’ve worked to hard for so long to get our friendship to the level where it is and I really don’t want to threaten it. I don’t want anything to threaten what little I’ve been able to achieve. Even if that means continuing to live in the unknown. Wondering if you’d really be scared or if you’d actually feel something too.