I want to tell you. I can't explain why and I know (or at least think I know) that it would be a bad idea if I did. But I haven't talked to you, haven't spoken, haven't texted, haven't IMed. Yet, somehow, it feels like there is nothing else in my head. I miss you.

I want to tell you. You are the only person I want to tell. You are the only person I can't tell. I wish this weren't the case. You have been the constant ache in my head, the constant pain in my heart and the constant thing that I've wanted. I miss you.

I want to tell you. I want you to see. I want you to stop being oblivious. I want to stop assuming you are oblivious and hope that on some level you know. I want to see you. I want you to come back. I want to stop being selfish. I want to stop thinking about you. I miss me.

I want to tell you. And I want to see beauty again.