changing my mind

If I thought about how many times I'd hope to tell you something important; like "I love you". It would be more than one hundred. The sound of your laughter clouding my entire mind. The sound of you drumming your fingers on the red lunch tables. For me it was never easy giving up my feelings to anyone. But now that it came down to you, I'm missing out. I will continue missing out because I never opened and forced the words off my lips. Instead they linger in my mouth spoiled because you were never given the chance to hear them. Late. Never will be said.