Over a nice dinner at this nice downtown sushi spot with you and the rest of your friends, but:
I’m afraid of rejection. I’m afraid that you might not even go. I’m afraid of any awkwardness that might be in the atmosphere. I’m afraid of us being at opposite ends of the table. I’m afraid that you’ll loose your appetite. I’m afraid of the fake smiles & fake laughs that might happen just to compensate for any heart break that might spontaneously reappear out of no where. I’m afraid that I might start liking you again; I may have never stopped loving you, but I forced myself to stop liking you. I’m afraid that you might show up as beautiful as ever, and I have to go to the bathroom all of a sudden just so I can tell myself that “you two are no more.” I’m afraid that you might show up with a ‘new guy’, or I might over hear about a ‘new guy.’ I’m afraid that my scars might show, and not physical scars but. I’m afraid that I might still melt when you smile. I’m afraid that I might make you feel that ‘guilt’ that I did not intend to and do not want you to feel. I’m afraid that you don’t want to have anything to do with me. I’m afraid that we can’t be friends.
They say that love can conquer fear, but I’m afraid that the love is not there. I’m willing to be, but is she? I’m pretty sure she might come across this before whenever or if I ever do ask, so more than likely it’ll be a no, but if it isn’t I can assure you that my fears will be pushed to the side, and I will be…your friend, and just a friend :)