[Jillian May Scortfil]

You want to know.
I can see it in your eyes.
If I loved you.
If I love you.
But if you knew.
If you knew how I love you.

If I loved you I would tell you.

I would tell you how my fingers long to caress your back when you stand at my side.
How I feel your breaths as though they were my own.
How when you hurt I hurt, and when you smile I smile.

I would tell you how I love to watch you. I love to watch you laugh, I love to watch you sleep, I love…

I love.
If I loved you.
I would tell you.
But I can’t.
So I don’t.
Love you.
I loved you once.
I loved you.