Dobro vece romanticarke i romanticari ! Inače ovo nikad nisam radio, al stvarno sam odlepio za jednom curom i nema dana da ne pomislim na nju, na nas... Naime, ona radi sa mnom i znamo se već skoro 5 godina... Sve je prefektno između nas, mogu reći da smo dobri prijatelji... čujemo se često a vidjamo malo redje, jer ona trenutno ima decka, kojeg po mom mišljenju i ne voli bas ali ne zna kako da ga ostavi... nije mi to ona rekla al vidi se da nije najsretnija sa njim... znaju se od malih nogu i boji se da ga ostavi, napusti to prijateljstvo iz vrtica... A opet kad je sa mnom sve joj prija i mogu reći da cveta ili kad se muvam oko drugih cura, vidim da joj je krivo... Sve bi da zna gde i sa kim idem... A sa druge strane ja pocinjem da imam osjecaje prema njoj, al bojim se da joj to priznam jer bi mogao da ju izgubim prije nego sto je bila moja... Htio bi da ostanemo prijatelji bar dok ona sama ne skonta šta da radi sa deckom, a ne da joj se ja mjesam u vezu, to nisu moja posla... A opet zudim za tim da joj kažem kako se ja osjecam... Evo pisma koje joj još nisam dao al planiram... Pomagajte romanticari, poludit ću zbog nje...

I am sorry for bringing up something that obviously makes you uncomfortable, but I hope you can understand the position that I am in. Love is a frightening thing; it is like laying your heart on a cutting board, handing someone a knife, yet trusting that they won’t use it. Giving my love to you means giving you the power to hurt me more than anyone can or has ever had the ability to. This is why I won’t tell you how much I love you.

I am not sure exactly what loving someone means. It’s scary. I maybe don’t even really know you well enough to say those words… and that is why I won’t tell you I love every single bit of you that I know so far.

You are sweet, and kind, and beautiful. Your smile makes my heart skip a beat. I could swim in your beautiful eyes for days. They make me melt. They make me suddenly become so many things I am normally not… Uncertain. Awkward. Weird. Afraid. Vulnerable. Unable to speak.

I look at you and see the snapshots of imaginary moments of us together. Laughing. Holding hands. Holding each other. Singing. Dancing. ALEYYY !!(<--inside) Traveling. Tangled up sweetly, quietly, closely. So very happy.

There are so many reasons that I can’t tell you all of this: I am terrible at relationships and I’ve left the broken wreckage of so many of them behind me. I couldn’t stand to ever hurt you. I am also afraid that you could hurt me. I am not sure if you even remotely feel anything like what I feel for you. There is so much to risk. So many problems could happen because we also work together.

Neither of us are the kind of people that take the first step. Neither of us would put ourselves out there. We are reserved. Even shy sometimes. Proper. Guarded.

So I don’t know if there will ever be anything more than this… I can dream about it, and hope that some incredibly lucky moment will change things, but that moment might never come.

But I want you to know that I think you are amazing. Know that somebody’s heart will race every time they see you. Somebody’s breath will catch when you smile. Even when you are tired, or when you are having a bad day, somebody you know thinks that you are just right and wishes we lived in a world where we could be something so much more.

After reading this you will continue living your life maybe indifferent to what ever I’ve had to say, and me I will be happy for you because when you are happy, I am happy. Also I will be happy because this time I decided not to listen my heart and tell you how much I care and how much love you and that I didn’t left my heart on a cutting board, instead I choose to leave you live your life. And Please don’t be mistaken, this is not an ultimatum, and my feelings for you won’t go away. Maybe I just want you to think about love, about values and what it is that we really need to be happy. I truly believe that life is too short to let fly by without telling the important people in your life how you feel. That, in effect, is why I wrote this letter. I just hope that one day I have the courage to give it to you.

Your Friend

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