I have a choice to tell you how I feel,

Everything that I think about that has to do with you.

I can confess the feelings that I have

Without the fear of our friendship being ruined.

But what will you think when I tell the truth?

How long I've felt this way?

Will some things that we do no longer be a thing?

Because thinking about it will be too awkward?

The little things that I say

And the little things that I do,

I mean it all in a platonic fashion

But it has a romantic background.

Because these things make the butterflies flutter

And I smile because it feels so nice

When I feel your arm touching mine

And when you say "I love you too".

I try every day to let go,

But in the end it's always the same.

So these feelings will forever be my little secret

Until I'm faced with a situation, where the truth needs to be entered into your reality.