Why is it so hard to say 'I love you' when it is all I can think and feel at this very moment. Why is it so hard to show you my affection when my limbs bear the aching sensation that comes when I long to greet you with a smiling face in the morning. Why is it so hard to tell you that I am not fully content with just being friends, that I yearn to know what you think of me... if you even like me.  I suppose it is hard because I admire you so much, because I really enjoy being around you, because I am afraid of losing you... even though we just practically met. I don't want to cause you distress, make you worry, but most of all - most selfishly of all- I don't want you to hate me, or forget me, or not be able to bear being around me because you now know that my feelings are not so strictly platonic. I don't want you to care, and yet... I do. I do want you to care, to feel something -to possibly feel something for me- and even though I know that the chances of you feeling this way are next to nothing, I cannot help but hope that maybe, just maybe one day we could grow to be even closer friends.