That fear...

I wanna meet you in person, but I'm afraid. I do not fear that you're a bad person cos I know, by your comforting words that you're not. I a just afraid, that by seeing your face, my heart will fall again and you'll not catch it. Cos I know, for those millions times you've told me about the girl you love, I'll never have you more than a friend. How I wish I was her, how I wish you'll like me too, but we're different right? I know. I know. Yet what should I do? I really want to see you.