You keep asking to see me, but in the back of my mind I know it will never happen. I let you keep thinking that you will though, because I don't want you to stop talking. I'm just afraid to see your face, or maybe more for you to see me like this. I've changed, and I'm trying to hide it. Of course, you'll never know how much I like you. I won't even know until I realize what I lost. Here's to what could have been... Maybe in another life things will work out better for the both of us.