So close, yet so distant.
The more I try to get close to you,
the more I feel the distance between us.
So similar, yet so different.
The more I find things in common,
the more I realized that we are just friends.
There are so many things I just don’t know about you,
and that makes me want to know you more.
But it seems that a friend can’t get farther than this.
And I’m only an inch away from heartbroken as you speak of others,
who pass your heart, where I want to belong.
I hope I can just say something to you all the time.
Something stupid that you already knew.
That feeling has not yet faded.
It still burns brightly in my heart.
Ever since, I have been wondering of how you feel about me.
I once regretted that moment.
That moment when I spoke the truth.
I hope I said that much later, when I can show you that I care for you.
I hope I said that when I asked you of your true feelings.
When there are no longer any restrictions.
But you already know, so I’m going to say this again, and again :
I love you. And I still do.