I Wish I Had Told You I wish I had told you that I liked you. I wish I had told you that I think you’re handsome. I wish I had told you that I think about you, about your voice, when I can’t sleep at night. I wish I had the courage to tell you my feelings, unfiltered. I wish I had told you that I love your hair. I wish I had told you that I like every imperfect perfection about you. I wish I had told you that I know you don’t like me back, how could someone? That’s okay. I know. I wish I had told you that I liked the way your messy brown hair hung below your eyes. I wish I had told you I like the way you speak when you correct me. I wish I had told you that I like it when you accidentally touch my hand. I wish I had told you that I secretly wished for more when she asked if we were dating. I wish I had told you that I felt hurt when your face reddened and you said no. I wish I had told you that I consider you as a friend. I wish I had told you that I loved it when you would carry my books for me in kindergarten. I wish I had told you that I watch you from afar, hoping that you’ll notice me. I wish I had told you that I liked you. I know that she’s beautiful. I know that she’s kind. I know that she deserves you for who and what you are. I just wish I had told you. If only I had told you. I wish I had told you.
just a small poem-esque thing I wrote. i'm sure you can guess as to what it's about
