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I know how I feel for you.
I love you
Unconditionally and
Without explaination.
I know very well how I feel for you,
But I'm not good at
describing it.
So you'll have to trust me
and try to imagine it.

What I don't know
Is how you feel about met.
I thought you were attracted to me
When we first met.
Were you?
Are you still?
Or have I ruined everything?
Can you even tolerate my existence?
Do you think there's even a chance
I could mean more to you than
simply a good friend?

I want to know so badly.
I don't want to get my hopes up.
I wonder so much
About what you think.
I know I'm not perfect,
I've done nothing to deserve it,
But I want you to like me.

I'm selfish.
If you read these words,
how could you think otherwise?
Every poem in this journal,
is about myself.
All these words,
wasted on myself.
Myself, and what I want.
I'm so selfish
Because I don't just know how I feel,
I know how I want you to feel.
I want you to love me.
Or at least feel that you could someday.
What could be more selfish and pathetic than that?
These selfish words...
from this selfish mouth...
this is
in itself
a form of manipulation
and I must apologize!
Several times over!
I could never be sorry enough!

It's obvious I want you to like me.
I'm an idiot.

However
Even if your answer is no,
you could never love me.
Or Someone else has stolen your heart.
Both, even.
Don't be afraid to tell me so.
I'll accept any answer you give
Without hard feelings.
Honestly.
You are entitled to love or hate
anyone you want.
I will not argue with you
or turn against you.
I'll always be around
I'll never let you go
Because I promised.