All The Things I Shouldn’t Tell You

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I shouldn’t tell you that I wanted to ask you out the second I saw you, because it sounds hard to believe.

I shouldn’t tell you that it took the first shot of whiskey I’ve ever had to ask you, because it might make you think less of me.

I shouldn’t tell you that I’ve never been more excited for a date, or have ever been on a better one, because I don’t want you picturing me debating what to wear or thinking about how fast my heart was racing in the car.

I shouldn’t tell you that after six months of writer’s block, words started flooding out of me the night after taking you out, because it sounds doubtful after one date.

I shouldn’t tell you that I wish we could re-do our first kiss, because it wasn’t my finest work.

I shouldn’t tell you that I wouldn’t take it back for a second, because that would be foolish.

I shouldn’t tell you that I’ve never looked at someone the way I do you, or that I’m incapable of looking at another girl in the same way, because that sounds cliché.

I shouldn’t tell you that I’m into you, because that would end the mind game before it started.

I shouldn’t tell you that every time my phone goes off there’s a small part of my subconscious that hopes it’s you, because it sounds desperate.

I shouldn’t tell you that I usually can’t remember what day of the week it is, but I remember exactly what you were wearing the day we met, because it sounds creepy.

I shouldn’t tell you that I think about you at least once a day, because it sounds obsessive.

I shouldn’t tell you that the mere thought of you makes me both smile and ache, because it sounds melodramatic.

I shouldn’t tell you that I often wish I didn’t think about you, because it sounds pathetic.

I shouldn’t tell you that I’m constantly torn between wondering if I’m putting stock in false hope, or if I’m waiting for something incredible to unfold.

I shouldn’t tell you that I know I’m the guy for you and that I wish you could see it, because until you eventually do (if ever), nothing can convince you of what you need to feel naturally.

I shouldn’t tell you that the only thing more painful than having wonder if anything will ever come of us is the reality that you’re probably going to find someone else.

I shouldn’t tell you that I think I’m in love with you, because that would only scare the hell out of you.

I shouldn’t tell you that I’m petrified of you ever reading this, because I have no idea what reaction it will generate.

I shouldn’t tell you that I want you read this, because I hope it will put a smile on that beautiful face of yours.

I shouldn’t tell you that while I may regret writing this the second I submit it, I’m also not ashamed of anything I’ve said, because it’s the truth.

I shouldn’t tell you any of this, but I did because you deserve to know how incredible of a woman you are.