This is me being honest:

I want to walk with you in this snowstorm, hands together, wind biting our faces rosey red. I want to walk to your room and leave flowers by your door. I want to cook you dinner and curl up by a fireplace with you. I want to look at your smile every day. I want to say "You are beautiful," and then be lost for words. I want to kiss you gently on your forehead and wish you goodnight. I want to take you dancing and hold you close as cheezy music plays in the background. I want to be able to call you at 2 in the morning just to say hello. I want to be able to speak to you without getting nervous. I want you to be my first kiss. I want to be a better person for you.

This is me being honest, telling you what I want, while whole-heartedly knowing that you will never want me.