I look at her and nod my head fervently. She's right, there are only a few days until you leave, and I'm not even certain when the next time I'll see you will be. It's now or, quite possibly, never. I find myself asking her when I should tell you, because its not like we ever get a minute alone. We spend the next few minutes coming up with a plan, and it finally seems like I might just get to enjoy my time here after all. Not that I haven't enjoyed every second I've spent here with you, but heaven knows I'd enjoy it that much more if the seconds I spent with you were as meaningful to you as they have been to me. 

I won't admit to her that I'm actually trembling on the inside. That the fear of losing you is so immense it almost makes me want to call it all off, to not even tell you how I really feel. Because the reality is that sure, two weeks ago there would have been no doubt in my mind that, had I told you I liked you then, you would have said you liked me too. But now? Now I have all the doubt in the world because its almost like you're a completely different person. Like I'm a ghost and you only see through me, past me, around me, and you refuse to look at me, to see me for the girl you know... knew?

It's almost as if you've erased the past few months from your memory. Like we never stayed up till three am sharing stories and songs and feelings. Like we never talked every chance that we got, every free minute we had, like all of that never even happened. Part of me thinks I know why, and the other part of me hopes I don't. But then, if I don't know why, wouldn't that ultimately be worse? Wouldn't it just be a relief to know the truth? And maybe thats why I decide to tell you, to do what we were both to chicken to do this whole time. To finally tell you what the songs have been saying all along.

I like you, and you're about to find out.