We have our secrets, don't we?

You don't know what I feel for you. You don't know for sure. Maybe you suspect something. Maybe you think you feel something. Or maybe you just dismiss it out of hand. Maybe you just toss it all aside, thinking that it couldn't possibly be true. Perhaps. That it wouldn't be right for that sort of thing to happen. No, it couldn't possibly be the case, aye?

You don't know.

It's not supposed to be like this. I'm not supposed to feel this way. I had decided not to. I had decided not to let myself become like this. But here I am. Up in the middle of the night. Missing you. Wishing I could talk to you. Wondering what you're dreaming of. I shall not presume to, nor entertain any hope, that I am lucky enough to be part of your thoughts and elucidations.

I love you.

I know I do. I know it with all my heart. But I can't show it. I just can't. Not as much as I woud love to. Not as much as I should be able to. Circumstances would never allow me to. It kills me. It ruins me deep down inside to realise that I am so far removed from what you need or want in a person, that even if I could finally make you realise what it is I feel for you.. it would not be enough.

I could only ever offer you me. And 'me' has never sounded good enough.

I could look at you all day. At what little I have of you. Pictures. Conversations. Text messages. Memories. I cannot touch you. Feel you. Let you know with one caress, one kiss, what it is that I have inside me that holds you in such high regard. But that could never happen.

Not now. Maybe not ever.

We've been cut off before. But you came back into my life. I wanted you back in my life, no matter what the consequences. No matter what the situation. I would do anything to be a part of your existence. But I can't let you see that. I can't let you see how badly I feel for you. How much I would willingly debase myself to keep you.

To keep you, but not to have you.

So here I shall remain. Trapped by circumstances. Hemmed in by my own feelings. Snared by the intricate difficulties of complicated emotion. I do not know what to do. I do not know how I will ever begin to say any of this to you. I do not know if you would ever wish to hear me even explain it all.

Why would you want to hear about something you don't even know about? Why would you even want to understand something which you would probably find impossible? Why would you ever talk to me?

I love you. I wish I could explain why.

You're you. And I love you for it.

Everything to do with you, I love. I love the way my phone chirps when a text message from you arrives. I love the way my monitor lights up with colour when I see your pictures. I love the way my phone rings when you call, or miss call. I love the way the stars twinkle when I think of you. I love the way the rain patters on the rooftop when I start missing you. I love the way music fills my soul when I listen to it, as I write this about you.

But you might never know. You might never know how deep this goes. You might never know how hard it is to keep this within me and not show it to the world.

You might never know that I love you.