The flip in his blonde hair.
The smile on his face when we lock eyes.
His laugh.
The sea green of his eyes.
His rosy cheeks.
His walk.

All these things about him put me into a trance and I want so badly to call him mine. I want to hold hands. I want him to whisper sweet nothings in my ear. I want to be more than just friends.

But we are “just friends”. Those words stab me like a sword every day. I am torn. Do I take the plunge and risk losing it all or do I keep my secret and continue to beat myself up about it every day?

His voice.
His hands.
His sense of humor.
His chivalry.
His personality.

Is he just being nice or is there something more? Will I ever have an answer? I need to know but I can’t ask.

His compliments.
The way he holds the door for me.
The sacrifices he makes for me.
The way he makes me feel special.

I could use a clue.

Rejection.
The end of a great friendship.
No more smiles.
No more sea green eyes.

This is what scares me the most.