'Empathy'

As he walked into the room he closed the door and found himself to his chair, bringing the chair closer to the desk he pulled out a plain white sheet of paper and his favorite pen, flicked the lamp on and began…

So close but yet so far
I long for who you are,
Your every look of joy
Proves me right I am your boy,

With every step you take
I stand right behind,
You’re the only one living in my mind,
Seems like you just want to be
But baby don’t you know me,

I am here for you
And that’s just what I do,
I am here to serve you and love you every single day,
And to listen to every little word you say,

Then paused, brought to mind his intentions for the song and her reactions to it; but thought to himself he was not brave enough and what if she didn’t like it. what if she got mad at him for sending it? Then again what if he signed it anonymously? It seemed like a solution; she could read and judge it. Maybe even share it with her friends and saving himself the embarassment; yet he knew he would have to come forth someday and tell her that he wrote it. But only after he knew she liked it, but what if she would judge him for not signing it in the first place? Or what if she found it distasteful and threw it away? If he mentioned it to her she would be upset. Exhasperated, he stood up and gazed out the window into the sky. The moon and stars shined above, and he wished for courage, for the bravery it took to go up to her and reveal his true feelings, his emotions, his dreams; to share every day with her, to comb her hair with his fingers, to stroke her cheeks oh so gently and show her he was hers. But instead he grabbed the letter crossed it out and threw it into the trash can; he knew that whatever he felt, she was not to see.