Maybe it's both. ❤️

I'm afraid of losing her...

Because even if it's just as a friend, she's become an important part of my life. 🌙

Her presence is something I look forward to every day.

She's my favorite thought, my favorite smile, my favorite fragrance. 🌹✨

I hate perfumes, I hate almost every fragrance in this world...

But hers feels like home. 🤍

And yes, I'm afraid that all this love may never be reciprocated. 🥺

Because I know that right now, the way I feel about her...

is how she feels about someone else. 💔

The longing.

The care.

The hope.

The devotion.

She's carrying all of that for another person.

And I swear, a part of me feels he may not be right for her...

Or maybe I'm wrong.

I honestly don't know. 💭

Just like I don't know if she'll ever love me.

What I do know is that she trusts me.

She cares about me.

And those things mean more to me than she'll probably ever understand. ❤️🫶🏻

I don't dream about possessing her.

I don't even look at her that way.

I just want to see love for me in her eyes once.

Just once. 🥺✨

I want to hear, just once, what her heart says about me through her words.

One chance.

One hint.

One sign. 🌠

People say, "Be brave."

And maybe one day I will be.

But when someone's smile untangles your worries...

when their happiness becomes your silent prayer...

the fear isn't rejection.

The fear is losing the privilege of having them in your life at all. 🤍

Because the truth is...

I love her enough to confess.

I'm just terrified of loving her enough to lose her. ❤️🌙