(his thoughts to her)
you came to me and wanted to be a friend, but my shyness and
stammering, because you are near, tells everyone that i actually
like you.. even you knew i kinda liked you..
however, you did not know the extent.. i loved you, thought about
you, day and night... but you think, i'm just a friend... i can
never tell you of my innermost thoughts...
because of my inexperience, my naive nature, i love you dearly,
purely, yet, it is the very inexperience that prevents me from
being able to tell you...
and off you go, you have made your choice, it is not me...
i am shattered, yet, you will never know... how much i loved you
so..
you don't know me.. because i never had the courage to tell you.. i
never had the words to tell you.. it would be, a "could have been"
in my life..
(how's that? 
)
