I feel my growing love for you everyday,
I can't admit it to you, for what would I say?
I pretend nothing has changed,
but now i'm starting to feel the strain.
I dream about you feeling the same way,
I wish I could hear you say you love me too oneday.
I laugh and turn my head trying not to cry,
here I sit in love with you but having to lie.
If I tell you the truth I know you will run,
for now I'll hold it all in and wonder what have I done
This will be the closest I ever get to telling you how
much I really care,
because sitting down admitting this to you, face to face, is something I would never dare.
I know well what I am fleeing from but not what I am in search of.
Michel de Montaigne