I gave her flowers, red roses to be exact.

It was to show her I was falling but she took it as an act of kindness, not love.

The flowers wilted after days so I brought a whole bouquet and replaced the ones in her vase.

She called me “a great friend”.

No one wants to be a great friend.

None more than me.

I want to be hers.

I want to love her.

I want to spoil her.

I want to listen to her voice.

I want to hear her thoughts and opinions on things at stupid as pineapple on pizza.

What does she prefer?

Her answer could make or break any feelings I have for her.

Well, no it wouldn’t.

I’d still want to be hers and I want her to be mine as well.

I want her heart in my hands while I protect it with my life.

I want her to trust me with it because others had not been as careful as me when she gave them her heart.

They didn’t deserve it either way.

To show her I am worthy I shower her with gifts.

I tell her how beautiful and kind she is every chance that I get.

I describe how I feel towards her.

I tell her I love her.

And she tells me she loves me too…

As a friend.