Silence.

I wish i could tell you of how i really feel about you, and how every time i see you, i can barely hold back the desire to take you into my arms, kiss you and never let go. Every time we talk, and laugh, every time we are together, those unintentional physical contacts, like your hand brushing a against my arm, when our fingers touch as i pass you your cup of coffee, and those intentional ones, yet still innocent, as i smooth back a stray strand of hair from your face, or hug you when we meet.
I keep silent, as i know you feel for me as a friend. And so i keep silent about my true feelings and take pleasure in every bit of time i spend with you, always close but miles apart.