Fear, anxiety, speech. Nothing can be said to someone without words, seems easy for those who speak and love to. But those of us are not always as lucky with your ability to speak.Speak our ideas, our dreams, and our hopes. It is difficult to find people like me, especially when I can’t stand talking because of anxiety tying me down to the wall, becoming a wallflower.It was a fateful day when I met a fellow wallflower. A fellow wallflower, with encapsulation green eyes, and a tall thin frame. Being around them made my heart hurt, thumping too hard in my glass chest. Speaking, was definitely not an option to show feelings. Feelings of love, feelings of friendship, feelings of a relationship, feelings of fear of the inevitable.  Words tied up in my throat, I like you. I like you a lot. A lot more than someone like me could like someone like you.  I went to tell them that I liked them, but they slipped through my words before anything could escape my mouth. Until my fears showed through of losing them. They knew my fears, and my anxieties, they were nearly like my diary. I could speak to them without shutting up. I like you too. Only four words, that could make me kill the fear in my heart that I could get hurt again by someone that was entirely magical in my eyes.  I like you, the three words that struck my fear of socialization from the skies.