Chapter 55: midnight ramble

You probably like her.

I can't do anything about it. 

I can't even tell you I might like you;
I don't deserve someone like you - so innocent, smart, funny, caring. 

I don't deserve to be happy. 

I'm not even in the same league as you - I could never make you happy.
At least, that's what I'm afraid of. Of you getting me and not being satisfied. 

I'm terrified of disappointing you. 

And so I'll let this happen. I'll let you be happy. I'll let you leave.
And you'll never know why.