I Wish I Could Tell You How Much I Love You

I wish I could tell you how much I love you, but I realize how unfair that would be to you, him, and me.

I wish I could tell you how you make me feel, a feeling that I can never explain, not in a thousand years.

I wish I could tell you that my intentions for you are pure. But then, would you believe me?

I wish I could tell you how much I would love to call you mine, how much I’d love to have you to myself, how much I’d love to have all of you without any limits. But then, will you ever feel the same way?

I wish I could tell you how much I would love it if you slept beside me at night, watching the sky as we talked until late, making wishes as the shooting stars rushed by. But then, will you dream with me when we finally fall asleep?

I wish I could tell you how much I’d love to care for your heart, how much I would give up just to protect it, how happy I will make you. But then, will you ever allow me to have your heart, for me to be your fill when you are running on empty?

I wish I could dance with you in the moonlight, with the stars all over the sky in the beauty of the night, just you and I. But then, will we ever have the chance to do so? Will I ever have the privilege of asking you for a dance and getting an approval without any hesitation?

I wish I could tell you what I see every time I look into your eyes, the beauty that is unmatched. But then I realize what an awkward position I’d put you in.

I wish I could tell you how much it satisfies me seeing you smile, and how much I’d love to have you always happy. But then, will I ever make you happy as he makes you?

I wish I could tell you how much I’d love to be the one you wake up to, the one who brings you breakfast in bed, the one to light up your mornings. But then I realize how crazy I sound, when I’m not even yours.

I wish I could tell you how much it hurts seeing you every day with him, how confused I get since you look so happy and content, how much your happiness makes me. But then it will be no use.

I wish I could tell you how much it hurts me seeing your heart break over and over, yet you still love him. But then I realize I don’t know what you see in him. And maybe I never will.

I wish I could tell you how much I’d love to be the one to wipe your tears whenever your eyes can’t hold back. I wish I could tell you how much I would love to be strong for you whenever you will be weak. But then, will you ever allow me to share your pain and suffering?

I wish I could tell you how much I wish I could be your shoulder to lean on whenever your heart can’t bear what life throws at you. But then I realize how content your heart is right now, how it feels at home with him.

I wish I could tell you how much I’d love for us to get naughty and stubborn, how much I would like for us to have endless adventures in our lifetime – the unforgettable moments. But then time is against us.

I wish I could tell you how much I’d love for us to grow old in love. How much I would love for us to get to see the wonders of the world together and for us to grow all wrinkled and grumpy, hand in hand. But then, will God ever gift us with life to get to such a point if we were to be?