I love you, but it's a secret

Lately, it seems as though I've been weighed down by a secret that I'm only keeping from one person. It's no secret to my close friends and family, and it certainly is no secret to me. Really, it's no secret to anyone that looks into my eyes. How you can't see it, I'll never know. Perhaps you've never really looked. Or, perhaps you've seen the truth and just couldn't face it.

The trick is, telling YOU how I feel. I can tell you everything else, why not this?

No one has ever captured my heart in such a way. I'm starting to think this feeling will remain somewhere in me long after we've given up on one another, when all you are is a distant memory burning in the back of my mind. Right now, there is no one else. In my eyes, anything else would be settling for second best. Bold statements, but entirely true. I don't need to spend every day with you to know that what I feel for you is love. I know it's love because, no matter how much I want to hate you, I can't shake it. My heart skips when you talk to me, my knees go weak when you touch me and I find myself waiting for the day I get to give it a go again. I can tell you just about anything, and you're always there for me when I need it most.

How do you tell someone you love them, when they barely care as it is? If I told you that I love you, would you run away? Or would you grasp onto it and never let go?

I wish I could melt your heart the way you've melted mine.