Maybe

Maybe I've liked you,
just liked you,
for all of this time

Maybe it's been something more.

Maybe the day you held my hand,
and we ran across the street,
in the pouring rain,
hand in hand, wearing your jacket,
in the pouring rain.

And that's when I decided to fall for you,
and when you talk to me about your day.

Today you told me about how lucky you are to have her.

Usually I'm more than happy to listen to how beautiful,
wonderful, lovely, she is.

But today I'm sad. I wish I was her.

I want to be your friend again, not an admirer.

You're not the one for me, yet I'm drawn to you,
like a bug to a flame, you never leave my sight.

You never leave my mind. That night never leaves my mind.

I'm going to miss you when I move away in December.
I want to tell you how much I like you.
Maybe how much I love you.
Maybe how much I'll miss you.

I probably never will.

You spend a lot more time with all your other friends who are girls.

I know everything about you. All your secrets, I know how to make you smile.
For some reason you chose them over me.

Maybe I'll tell you someday.