Sometimes I’m scared, no actually I’m always scared. Scared that you’ll go, scared that you’ll know. That you’ll know that I love you, that you’ll know that I care. But sometimes when I see you stare I think that you care too, but there is always that seed that always makes me doubt. Maybe I’ll ask you today, but maybe tomorrow. Maybe it will calm all my nerves and take away the sorrow. Deep down I know you love me too, I can feel it when we talk. I build myself up, because you do, you do, you do. But when the time comes that seed sprouts and you might not, you might not. So where does this leave us? I’m too scared to confront you, you are too scared to confront me so we are in this proverbial limbo, not moving back not moving forward. I tell myself that this is bad for my soul, and with the agony it brings it must be. I tell myself that this has to end. So I tell myself I can’t do it, but then I see your face, I hear your voice, I feel the love and my heart over throws my mind once again, and while I can’t do it anymore, I just must.