The three words I’ve been contemplating

Since I laid eyes on you.

Your gentlemanliness

Your loyalty to your loved ones

I can’t fantom how rare it is for you to be true

You’re the dream of every hopeless romantic

Even though you may not see it so

Your friends doubt your abilities

But in my eyes they’re blind to the real you

You make me laugh and you don’t even try

Your insecurities make me wonder if I’m blind

Just thinking of you warms my heart and sends tingles down my spine

But I guess your flirting was just you being nice.

I was only imagining your blush.

Your lip bites were probably for another girl

Because let’s face it, who would ever put me first?

Our stolen glances were completely coincidental

Being chivalrous was being polite

I was overthinking and being analytical

Trying to read between the lines.

You’ve put this barrier between us

Unintentionally not letting me through

I want to be there when others are not

Who you are to me

I want to be the same for you

I’ve thought about this moment over the course of these past months

And every single time, your answer was the same:

“I don’t want us to have an end.

Just allow this friendship to remain.”

I’ve come to terms with this for a while

Being your friend is all I can be

But even then, I still get jealous

Of a possibility that could never be for me.