Could have been me

It is not often that I feel the butterflies. They fly around inside of me, filling the empty void. They are only there for briefs moments when I see him. I wish they could last longer, but they only come for those seconds I am within near him.

I know he does not return my feelings. I know that no matter what I say, it will not be anything different from all of the other things he has heard. I am nothing special.

But I also know, that I do not wish to have these feelings anymore. They are what is called, dead weight. Instead of carrying around them, telling myself that I do not have any hope. I will tell him my feelings, so that maybe I can spare myself of having said, "that could have been me," for one day it will be said.

And maybe, just maybe, I will be the one to finally be loved back, but I can only hope.