Don't say those kind of sad things
While looking at me like this
Is it that I'm childish or a bit slow?
"Yellow… We're friends, right?"
And there he goes again…
"…Of course we are, Red."
But can't we ever be more…?
"Then as friends, you should be able to tell me whatever it is that's bothering you. I mean, I may not be Blue, but…" Red looks at you directly as he says this, a serious look on his normally carefree face. "I'd like to believe that we're close enough to talk to each other freely. I want you to know that you can trust me with any kind of matter. You can talk to me about anything and everything. I wouldn't judge you for whatever thing that you could throw at me."
But would you really, Red? Are you sure about that? You think to yourself, your head bowed low. You're afraid that if you look into his eyes again you'll be overwhelmed by his stare. If you knew what I was thinking at this very moment… If you knew how I really feel for you – what I've felt for all these years… Would you still be able to say those things?
"Yellow?"
"Red… I…" You begin, slowly finding the courage to look back at him. Upon meeting his gaze, however, you falter.
The look in his eyes shows that yes, he's concerned about you, but anyone could tell that there's absolutely nothing that's belied in the intensity of his stare. No hidden feelings, no unsaid thoughts.
Just pure, unadulterated concern for a friend.
That's'all.
Why? You wonder to yourself hopelessly, feeling tears well up yet again. Why can't he like me the way that I like him?
Your thoughts quickly direct back towards frustration at yourself.
I can't believe I was so stupid to think that… All these years I've just been childishly clinging on to the smallest amount of hope I had that maybe… just maybe….
He could have liked me, too.
I can't believe it