If Only You Knew (septiplier)

You want to know how I feel? The truth? I like you. A lot. You make me happy. You make me laugh. You're smart. You're different. You're a little crazy and awkward and your smile alone can make my day.

Now if only I had the guts to say that to you, instead of just pretending I don't know what you're talking about. If only I stood a chance with you. I swear if you just give me a small chance, I'll prove to you that I will be one of the best decisions you will ever make.

Because it hurts to love someone and not be loved in return. But the most painful thing is to love someone and never have the courage to tell them.

You...
You ignore me, but I like you.
You do nothing, but I'm falling for you.
I miss you, even though I know you've never thought about me.

Yet what if there was a chance that you had, that you did? That just maybe you could like me too?

Perhaps it's just my brain telling me what I want to hear, my heart wishing so hard that I'm creating false hope for myself.

But perhaps it's not. Perhaps the way your friends push you towards me when you walk past show something other than boys messing around. Maybe the way you take a step closer to me when you walk past, despite there being enough room for it to be unnecessary, and your arm brushes against mine is something other than you subconsciously trying to get more space.

Then there's the time we were stood outside, me and my friends at one end of the bag racks, you and your friends at the other end. They all turned and pushed you and you started to walk towards us, before turning around and walking back.

Throw in the smiles and glances and I could almost believe you like me too. But doubt overrules that, especially when I can barely tell if I'm just making this up because I wish it's what would happen.

Yet every time my eyes meet yours and that killer smile of yours is turned on me for a moment, I believe that, just for a moment, there's only you and me and nothing else that matters because you feel the same way.

And each time it's the same crushing reality when you turn away, when I realise that the chances of you feeling the same are so low they're practically subzero.

I can't have you and I never will, but that won't stop me crushing on you and wishing with every fibre of my being that you could be fine. If only you knew. I wonder what you would do, what you would think.

Am I just a weird boy with bright red hair and a crush on you or am I something more? I guess I'll never know.


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I wish I could say that I think he likes me, but that would only be a wish. He's everything I want, everything I need, more. And why would he like me? I'm just a short guy with weird green hair, too much energy and a loud voice. I play games alone in my tiny room while he plays sports and guitar. I barely pass my classes, but there he is getting the highest grades. Why would he like someone as pathetic as me? Why am I in love with the boy with bright red hair?