#ninetysecond post

Got the second dosage of covid vaccin from Pfizer.

I've hinted how I felt about you. Nothing major. Anything from how you're beautiful to how a crazy awesome person you are. All of it escaped your notice. You don't think much of me beyond good friend. I'm someone to confide in. I try to tell you, but my mouth stops short. My fingers refuse to type those few powerful words, "I love you." I'm a coward. I fear loss. I have everything to gain and everything to lose for you are my everything. My mornings start with me waiting for you to wake up and respond to my "G'morning." My nights end with me staying awake as long as possible to make sure I can tell you "Gnite" and "Sweet Dreams." My intentions are plain as day to some, but I am hindered by the very friendship I hold so dear. You think me not as a man, but as a close friend. I want to be more. So very much more. I want to hold you. I want to take you out to a movie or dinner. I want to have that romantic moment at the end of a date where I slowly lean in and press my lips upon yours. But. I can't. You aren't my girlfriend. Just girl friend. This space between girl and friend is not much different from the space between you and I. A tiny bridge to be crossed. A bridge that threatens to fall at any weight. A risky endeavor. But onward I push. I can only hope that you love me back. A hope that makes dreams seem possible and shields me from utter despair.