That the risk of being vulnerable, being rejected or jeopardizing your current relationship is too great? That you may go to your death bed wondering “What if…?”
I love someone that much. And yet I will never tell him.
I’ll flirt. Touch his arm lightly when we’re in conversation. Laugh at his jokes. I do my best to keep things friendly all the while wanting to take his face in my hands and kiss him deeply.
There are times when I think he feels the same way. He’ll remember something I said months ago, a pair of shoes I once wore. A tender look, loaded with all the things he’d like to say. Or when he avoids my eyes all together.
It’s when he looks away that I almost have the courage to tell him that I love him. That he is my true soul mate, my other half that I have been searching for my entire life. That my daily thoughts are consumed by him, and that he will never find anyone who loves and understands him like I do. Yet, just as the words form on my lips I remember how much is at stake.
So I smile brightly and move onto the next subject. How about those Canucks?