You see me, but not fully. Perhaps you glimpse what lies beneath my surface— moments when my guard slips, and my feelings shimmer through. Yet, I wonder: do you notice, or do you turn away?
I don’t know how to start and I don’t know what to say. But I decided to stay true to my heart, hence this letter to you.
stay on the texts a bit, let them unveil themselves.
Surely you sense it, but (at my lowest), I think you choose to overlook.
You see me, but not fully. Perhaps you glimpse what lies beneath my
surface— moments when my guard slips, and my feelings shimmer through.
Yet, I wonder: do you notice, or do you turn away?
There are feelings in my heart where I can not explain. I think I like spending time with you. No, I don’t “think”—I know your presence brings me peace. Our friendship means so much to me, and I’ve cherished every moment we’ve shared. It’s rare to find someone I feel this comfortable with, and I wouldn’t want to jeopardize what we have.
You say you believe in energy, what is the energy between us? If energy speaks, then what do our moments together whisper? Are they static and fleeting, or is there a quiet hum waiting to become a song?
what is it I'm hiding?
Maybe all these feelings and thoughts are too deep and intense. At the same time, I feel frustrated by my own feelings, and I need to let it out my chest.
So I ask, quietly: Do you feel it, too? Or is this just the echo of my own
hope?
I will happily accept if I have sensed it wrong, but please let me know,
to end this misery of push and pull.
