I think about you all the time. Where are you? What are you doing? Are you happy without me? Do you even remember me? I am afraid to speak these questions aloud, for I fear that I may not be able to handle the answers I receive from you.

I ask about you. I know I can get annoying, always bombarding anyone I can about you, how you are doing, and if you ask about me too. I know it is obvious I have feelings for you. But I can’t bring myself to care enough to stop.

I count down the days for when I can see you again. I play the scenes in my head, imagining what being with you again would be like. I imagine I would run over to hug you, putting my arms around your neck, never letting you go again. I imagine you whispering sweet nothings in my ear, telling me that you are never going to leave me again. I hear you telling me that you love me too, and that we belong together.

I think about the last time I saw you. I remember we were rushed, so the only moment we got to share was a quick hug before you disappeared. I find myself wishing I had told you everything then, that I couldn’t stop thinking about you, that I loved you as more than a friend, more than even a brother. I curse myself for only smiling and walking away, leaving my feelings unsaid, unknown to you.

I have another chance. I am going to tell you everything. I will no longer hold back. I will lay my cards on the table, and let you decide if we really have a future together. I have a second chance. And I’m not letting it get away.