You

I think about you often.
Sometimes I sit down and write letters but never send them.
I ask myself why can I not forget you.
I tell myself that you have moved and no longer think of me but it doesn't work.
At night I want to call you but never get the courage to do so.
There are things I want to say but lack the courage to.
Fear of rejection seem to put a stop to any bravado I may have mustered up.
Sometimes I feel so sure that I love you other times I am not sure if it's because you are a familiar face.
I miss talking to you, I miss that feeling of having you close and knowing you would always be there.
But as I have learned nothing is for certain.