A/N:: Took me half an hour to decide whether or not to post this. 'Tis how I feel, without being how I feel. If that makes any sense. It's a tad (read: a lot) more depressing than some of my other stuff. But oh well.
Small Warning:: Girl in love with a girl in this story. Don't like it? Don't care.

Enjoy.

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'I love you, oh can't you see? Please, do you love me?'

The words echoed in my head as they drove me crazy. Just two random lines, thought up one random day, about a not so random girl I'm falling for. A girl who could never, would never, fall for me. She's amazing, and I...I'm just a girl who relies too heavily on her.

'I love you, oh can't you see? Please, do you love me?'

I wanted to hit my head against something. Break something. Run away. Ride. Swim. Climb. Anything that could get those words out of my head. I don't want to fall for her. But, for once, I can't stop myself. And for once, the falling isn't what scares me. It's what will happen after that scares me.

'I love you, oh can't you see? Please, do you love me?'

I laugh as something she once said flits into my mind. I wish once again I could be anything, everything, that she would--could--want. I can't be, though. I'm just...plain. Just another girl who craves attention. It almost hurts--I can almost feel the pain waiting beyond the point where it could touch me--but I think of her words, something she said, and I laugh, and the pain recedes further away.

'I love you, oh can't you see? Please, do you love me?'

The words are still there, and even louder as I try to sleep. Images, pictures, words, sayings, compliments, all hers, run through my head as well, lulling and relaxing me into sleep, where the words finally stop. But my dreams are of her. Happy dreams, of being with her. Of smiling, and laughing, and joking and playing and just being there with her.

'I love you, oh can't you see? Please, do you love me?'

The words aren't what I wake up to. Rather, they come at me randomly in the morning, catching me off guard, and making me think of her again (more). I smile and laugh, and try again fruitless attempts to get them to leave. But they don't. Not completely.

'I love you. Can I tell you that? What would you think? What would you do?'

I want to tell her. I want to so badly. Knowing that it could--and probably would--ruin our wonderful friendship is what stops me. I can't lose her. I...I can't. But then, I can't have her either, can I? No matter what, I lose. Or do I win? As only her friend, I get to talk to her, joke with her, be myself with her. I can make her smile, or laugh. I depend on her. I like to think she depends on me, too.

But...I can't tell her.

'I love you, why can't you see? Please, why don't you love me?'

I don't cry, anymore. She never gives me a reason to. Instead, she gives me reasons to smile and laugh and look forward to the days. It's hard, though, sometimes, to talk and joke and laugh with her. It's hard not to say it. Not to tell her. Then she'll say something funny or stupid or sarcastic or witty--anything, and it'll make me laugh, and it's like she knows, and like she loves me back, and everything is so amazing.

'I love you. Can you see? Please, will you ever love me?'