I wish I could, but I can't; I really can't.

As much as I want to, I can't. I can't tell you I still like you. I fear the awkwardness between us, or the rejection I might face. Since when did you become the dictator of us? You don't get to decide when it ends and when it begins. I get a say in this too. I say we don't act like we're 'just friends.' I say we get back together. I say that we go back to how we were. I say you are wrong, and I am right.