If I were really brave…

I would tell you how much I think about you. How much I wonder how long it would take me to cross that distance between your longings and your reality. I would ask you to momentarily wear your heart on your sleeve, to show you there was no need to shield it in the first place…at least not from me. I would stare into your eyes every chance I could. I would wiggle my way into that crevice…that oh-so-inviting crevice, between your arms and the rest of you. I’m willing…but sadly, you are not..and you might never be. So I’ll take this lil bravery I have, and stuff it with my dignity, cram it with my pride, and wind it around my affections, until you are ready. If you ever are…