And so I have to put aside
what fantasies I had.
And so I must try to silence the voice
in me that says “I’m yours.”
And so I must try to look at you
without blushing.
I must try to fight the urge to hold your hand,
to fawn over your smile,
to talk to you
simply because I like the way you talk.
I feel sad,
though I shouldn’t.
I haven’t lost anything,
not really.
I’ve gained a friend.
That’s something.
So,
I’m alright.