I have experienced it, a love story that is not delivered. Not for fear of revealing, but because I was afraid he accepted my love. If you do not believe in yourself, yes, I have that weakness, but I am more worried when I hear the singing of my heart he will affirm and expect the promises that I say.
For 4 years I can only see it from a distance and express the admiration in the poetry that I spread out every time I imagine it. I thought maybe he also liked me and wanted to hold my hand to live life, because every time he cursed, he developed his very beautiful lips, smiling. Even jokes implied on his face when I was near him. But again there was a feeling that haunted me, a bad whisper that always forced me to retreat every time I saw her cheerful face.
"Can I make her happy with me now?" the phrase sounds like a nightmare, it always destroys the poem engraved in the breath of life and removes the ambition of having someone of value.
Yes, maybe I do not believe in myself and feel that I will not be able to take on the task to make her happy, but I feel all this is enough.
A secret admirer, that's the only job I can do at any time with him while continuing to build strength to impress him so that one day I dare to live as his companion.
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