The words reached the tip of my tongue, and stayed there.

I called you, hoping I would finally say them.

You never asked what I wanted to tell you.

Maybe that was enough for me to remain silent.

I was afraid my feelings would reveal themselves before I was ready.

So I hid behind ordinary conversations.

Sometimes I wonder…

If life brought us together, if it allowed us to become this close,

was there something more waiting for us?

Should we hope?

Or simply leave it to destiny?

If telling you would only make me hope more,

perhaps I would rather never say it.

The truth is…

But for now,

all I know is—