I’m afraid to hold your hand
I’m afraid to feel your touch
For I might be reminded of how I miss you so much
I’m afraid to hear your voice
I’m afraid to pick up the phone
For your voice warms me up but right now I wish to be cold
I’m terrified of encountering any beautiful essence of you
I dread the day our paths cross
Yet I do not hate you
It is just so disappoint to everyone
Perhaps even for you and for me
I really, really like you
But I don’t think you’re meant for me