a part that is always hidden

Looking at you is my favorite thing to do. I can see sincerity in your eyes, i can see your love. Your smiles are genuine, but how i wish i can also show my smile at you. I just can't forget that day when you gave me a love letter you were out of your room, as i read the message a smile form to my face the real one but suddenly you entered, my smile slowly faded, you asked me if i like it you know what? i love it. What keeps bothering me is why can't i show you my real feelings? If you do something that makes my heart beat i suddenly make fun of it or say something to redirect what i feel. If i feel shy i won't show it to you, i'm happy that i have you by my side. But maybe at some point i'm still afraid to open up to you. Sometimes i feel bad on what i'm doing, i keep on thinking that what if you get tired.