Love is a difficult thing to achieve from someone else.
It’s easy to develop feelings for someone.
But...why is it so hard to show them?
Why is it so hard to show you how much I love you?

I love you so much, I almost hate you.
When I saw you with a boyfriend, I hated him; like he’d stolen something from me.
He’d stolen what should be mine.

Even when you’re dressed lazily, I find you to be so beautiful.
Even when you’re upset or crying, I still find you beautiful.
Even when I see you in the halls, sighing from a long day, I still find you beautiful.

When I think of you, I don’t think “Oh, she’s hot, I’d hit that,” or, “Damn she’s fine.”
I think of things like how beautiful your smile is, or how much I love the sound of your voice.
Because those are the things that matter to me.

I often find myself day-dreaming; imagining the things that could be.
If only I could show you, if only I could tell you these things.
But I...I can’t. I’m too afraid to tell you; I’m too afraid to say it.
Things would be awkward...and you’d probably not even think of me in ‘that’ way.
So why can’t you do it for me? Why can’t you see how I look at you?
Why can’t you love me too?
Why’s love so hard?