To the boy who broke my heart without ever really trying,

I loved you. You didn't know that, but I did. I was in awe of the way you brightened a room with your smile. I felt my heart grow whenever you laughed, and burst when it was something that I said. I fell in love with your eyes, and how effortless it was for me to lose myself in them.

I didn't tell you, because I was afraid. You were cooler than I was, taking life as it comes. I couldn't keep up with you, and that drove me crazy. I stayed up at night, wondering what scenario would occur if I finally made it known.

Maybe I didn't say anything because I knew. I would tell you how I felt, and there would be an awkward silence. You may laugh it off, may tell me that I was such a good friend that anything else would be wrong. You may even stop talking to me. I didn't want to risk losing your smile and those eyes.

I'm sorry for not being honest with you, and with myself. Because if I had honestly given it a shot, it may have worked out. I don't know if I will truly stop wondering what if.

Eventually, I had to let you go. It hurt, and sometimes it still does. But only when you laugh.