To the girl I missed:
I'm sorry most of all, to you, who I never told how I felt.
I know how we looked at each other and all we could've said.
but instead I said nothing.
I was scared, scared to look dumb or be rejected. I don't know.
I think of what we could've been:
A pleasant conversation
A romance
An amusing story
but instead, it was none of those things at all.
You are the girl I missed, because I believed that
saying hi was certain death. If only I knew then
How much it hurts, to reject yourself.