You

I've wanted to say these exact words to her but know I can't. So tucked away to the internet they go...

The best person I know. I’m glad to have you in my life. Props to you for keeping me in yours despite the obtained unintended injuries! When you’re under the influence is when I see you at your most honest. I hate the fact that you say you’re still interested in your ex. I hate the fact that I am deeply and madly in love with you but I am doomed to the inescapable ‘friend zone’. I wish you could see, realize, and appreciate that I’d do anything for you. I’d treat you like the gorgeous woman I know you are. You’d never have to lift a finger. Your wish would be my command with no hesitation. When we’re together I can’t bring myself to look at you. If I do I get a feeling in my chest that pains me so. We’ve cuddled in bed through multiple nights. Those nights may have been spent in a half drunken stupor on your part, but those nights will always be on my mind and in my heart. You’re funny, sarcastic, unique, artistic, beautiful, artistic, and stunning; and most days leave me speechless. I enjoy hearing all of the opinions, views, and stances you take about life. Every word, coherent or not, that falls from your gorgeous lips has been committed to memory. 

Your lisp is so cute. Your fear of anything gruesome or morbid is electrifyingly adorable. I find myself not being able to get you out of my thoughts, no matter the time. Night or day. Your height is perfect. I can put my arms around you, bend my head, and feel just glorious. When you laugh you cause my world to tilt. A shocking sound so sweet I stop breathing to listen. Your body, good god your body. Your mischievously wicked hair in all its glory. The way my fingers run through it, twisting and turning it, causing it to seemingly have a mind of its own. Your neck, so delectably sweet in its intoxicating scent. I could die there and die a happy woman. Your shoulders, upon which on many nights I have laid kisses. Your back, so silly that it is. Ticklish right down to the core, causing you to become a squeamish little thing when I massage it. Your hands, softer than the petals of a new born honey suckle. Causing me to wish that their place was forever in mine. You think your breasts are too small. I think they’re too perfect…but I am a little biased. Your waist is voluptuous, curvy in the places that you make your own. Your legs, making you the perfect height to fit in my arms. Your little feet, so cute the way they are extremely ticklish like your back. Your soul, the purest I have ever and will ever see. So honest and clear of any blemishes. So ready to take on the world and have a little piece of it to call its own. I wish I could tell you how I feel. Wish I could convince you that I know you’d be happy with me. I see that I make you laugh. I know I’ve taught you things. And I know I’ve been there for you and know I always will be. Sadly, that, that is how I feel. And this, this you will never know…