By Lester, lester_g@writeme.com
Date: 4 February 1998

I sit here...

I sit here and I think of you.  
Your smile, your laugh, your joy.  
The joy you brought into my life.  

I sit here and I remember.  
The things said, the things done.  
Looking into your eyes.  
Whispering in your ear.  
Letting my hand brush yours.

I sit here and I ask.  
Does he deserve you?  
Will he take care of you?  
Will he be there when you need him?  
And when you don't?  
Will he love you, the way you deserve to be loved?

I sit here and I realize.  
No one deserves you.  
No one can take care of you and love you the way you deserve to be taken care of and loved.  
And I am the least deserving of all.

I sit here and I wait.  
For your call.  
For your messages.  
For you.  
I wait for you.

I sit here and I wonder.  
Will it ever be?  
Is there still a chance?  
Have I lost her forever, before I even got the chance to get close?  
How could I have been so stupid?

I sit here and I understand.  
I may be one of the best friends anyone could have.  
Yes, as a friend, few people can be better.  
But as anything more than that, I fail.  
More than a friend, I cannot be.  
More than a friend, I am not.

I sit here and I miss you.  
Everything about you.  
Your eyes, your smile, your walk, your touch.  
Most of all, I miss your radiance, your angelic glow.

I sit here because I love you...