I love her. That is the only explanation I can come up with. For nearly two years, I have thought about her everyday, several times a day. Everytime someone speaks of her, I can do nothing else but listen, even if I am not part of the conversation. Everytime I hear her name called out loud even if another person is being addressed, I have to look up and check whether she is around. The sound of her voice makes my heart skip. The sight of her face makes my day brighter.

Every girl I meet is compared to her without me even realising it till later. If I come across someone I remotely like that I might consider dating, I always compare them to her. Are they as intelligent? Are they as pretty as her? Are they as well mannered? and do I enjoy their company as much as I do hers?

The girls never stack up to her. She is not perfect. No one is. But she is perfect for me.

Yet, I sit here and write this post instead of telling her. Why am I so scared? Why can't I just tell her? I ask myself what I have to lose. The answer is simple. Everything.

If she was going out with a person like me and she asked me of my opinion on that person, I would say she deserves better.

She makes me want to be a better man. I am trying. Trying very hard. I just want her to know that I am trying. I hope she knows. More than anything else, I hope that one day I can tell her how much I love her...