u/thatNByouknow

B,

I spend more time than I should wondering whether you feel the same way about me as I do about you. I wonder whether you think about me even half as much as I do you. I wonder if you'll ever tell me if you do, if you'll ever be brave enough to say the words that seem like they're so close to being said.

And I wonder whether you think about these things too. Whether you're wondering if I'll be the brave one or whether I think about you.

I wonder whether we'll spend our lives in silent heartache because neither of us could bear the risk.

I wonder whether it's better to have what we do now, with my heart filled with this aching yearning, or to be brave and yet wrong about it all and lose you entirely.

I wonder if I'll survive you intact either way...

Your A

B,

I spend more time than I should wondering whether you feel the same way about me as I do about you. I wonder whether you think about me even half as much as I do you. I wonder if you'll ever tell me if you do, if you'll ever be brave enough to say the words that seem like they're so close to being said.

And I wonder whether you think about these things too. Whether you're wondering if I'll be the brave one or whether I think about you.

I wonder whether we'll spend our lives in silent heartache because neither of us could bear the risk.

I wonder whether it's better to have what we do now, with my heart filled with this aching yearning, or to be brave and yet wrong about it all and lose you entirely.

I wonder if I'll survive you intact either way...

Your A

B,

I spend more time than I should wondering whether you feel the same way about me as I do about you. I wonder whether you think about me even half as much as I do you. I wonder if you'll ever tell me if you do, if you'll ever be brave enough to say the words that seem like they're so close to being said.

And I wonder whether you think about these things too. Whether you're wondering if I'll be the brave one or whether I think about you.

I wonder whether we'll spend our lives in silent heartache because neither of us could bear the risk.

I wonder whether it's better to have what we do now, with my heart filled with this aching yearning, or to be brave and yet wrong about it all and lose you entirely.

I wonder if I'll survive you intact either way...

Your A

And yet I feel your absence like the cool darkness of a cavern both well known and unexplored.

Wander with me through my dreams tonight? I'll pretend my love for you is platonic, and pretend I believe that yours for me is too...

And yet I feel your absence like the cool darkness of a cavern both well known and unexplored.

Wander with me through my dreams tonight? I'll pretend my love for you is platonic, and pretend I believe that yours for me is too...

And yet I feel your absence like the cool darkness of a cavern both well known and unexplored.

Wander with me through my dreams tonight? I'll pretend my love for you is platonic, and pretend I believe that yours for me is too...

It's been a long, busy day.

A seemingly endless queue of well-wishers, some who genuinely care but most who don't.

Cake was had and candles extinguished. Songs sung and many 'huzzah!'s.

"Don't tell what you wished for! Not that we don't already know!" I wonder what they thought it was? Good health? Safety? Something trivial or material?

Probably.

But as that delicate flame became a wisp of smoke the only wish I made, as impossible as I know it to be, was simply to hear from you before the day is over.

One can dream.

It's been a long, busy day.

A seemingly endless queue of well-wishers, some who genuinely care but most who don't.

Cake was had and candles extinguished. Songs sung and many 'huzzah!'s.

"Don't tell what you wished for! Not that we don't already know!" I wonder what they thought it was? Good health? Safety? Something trivial or material?

Probably.

But as that delicate flame became a wisp of smoke the only wish I made, as impossible as I know it to be, was simply to hear from you before the day is over.

One can dream.

It's been a long, busy day.

A seemingly endless queue of well-wishers, some who genuinely care but most who don't.

Cake was had and candles extinguished. Songs sung and many 'huzzah!'s.

"Don't tell what you wished for! Not that we don't already know!" I wonder what they thought it was? Good health? Safety? Something trivial or material?

Probably.

But as that delicate flame became a wisp of smoke the only wish I made, as impossible as I know it to be, was simply to hear from you before the day is over.

One can dream.

When I get lost in thought about you, and think about how I would wish for things in a perfect world, I always realise rather quickly that what I actually want is astonishingly small.

I want to wake up beside you, slowly and leisurely on lazy weekend mornings when there's nowhere to be and no rush to life.

I want us to create worlds together, sitting across the table as we write our own creations. Elevating each other's dreamscapes and supporting our mutual artistry.

I want to hold your hand as you walk through life, a steadying and supporting presence when you need it, and someone to smile with. A presence that brings you joy.

I want to know the taste of you, how it feels to kiss your lips and skin. This one might be greedy, but well...I love you more than I can say.

But more than all else I want for us to never lose touch. For the string that binds us remains intact through our journeys in life. I can't bear the thought of something happening to you and my somehow just now knowing.

It's always at this time of night that my mind wanders to you most freely. When I wonder what you want in life, and whether I even cross your mind at all. Sometimes I hope I do, for then this ache would be a shared burden. But usually I hope not, because I have the idea of you being in any kind of pain over me, no matter how fleeting or small.

Sleep well tonight, I love you.

When I get lost in thought about you, and think about how I would wish for things in a perfect world, I always realise rather quickly that what I actually want is astonishingly small.

I want to wake up beside you, slowly and leisurely on lazy weekend mornings when there's nowhere to be and no rush to life.

I want us to create worlds together, sitting across the table as we write our own creations. Elevating each other's dreamscapes and supporting our mutual artistry.

I want to hold your hand as you walk through life, a steadying and supporting presence when you need it, and someone to smile with. A presence that brings you joy.

I want to know the taste of you, how it feels to kiss your lips and skin. This one might be greedy, but well...I love you more than I can say.

But more than all else I want for us to never lose touch. For the string that binds us remains intact through our journeys in life. I can't bear the thought of something happening to you and my somehow just now knowing.

It's always at this time of night that my mind wanders to you most freely. When I wonder what you want in life, and whether I even cross your mind at all. Sometimes I hope I do, for then this ache would be a shared burden. But usually I hope not, because I have the idea of you being in any kind of pain over me, no matter how fleeting or small.

Sleep well tonight, I love you.

When I get lost in thought about you, and think about how I would wish for things in a perfect world, I always realise rather quickly that what I actually want is astonishingly small.

I want to wake up beside you, slowly and leisurely on lazy weekend mornings when there's nowhere to be and no rush to life.

I want us to create worlds together, sitting across the table as we write our own creations. Elevating each other's dreamscapes and supporting our mutual artistry.

I want to hold your hand as you walk through life, a steadying and supporting presence when you need it, and someone to smile with. A presence that brings you joy.

I want to know the taste of you, how it feels to kiss your lips and skin. This one might be greedy, but well...I love you more than I can say.

But more than all else I want for us to never lose touch. For the string that binds us remains intact through our journeys in life. I can't bear the thought of something happening to you and my somehow just now knowing.

It's always at this time of night that my mind wanders to you most freely. When I wonder what you want in life, and whether I even cross your mind at all. Sometimes I hope I do, for then this ache would be a shared burden. But usually I hope not, because I have the idea of you being in any kind of pain over me, no matter how fleeting or small.

Sleep well tonight, I love you.