Even if …

As I feared, it seems to be an uneven thing; whenever I act, he reacts, friendly and all, but he’d never act on his own. It might be out of fear of sending the wrong signals after all, but it makes me sad; if I didn’t work at keeping the friendship going, it’d fade sooner or later. I hope this won’t be the case. If I waited for a very long time, he’d probably ask, but I can’t wait. Just can’t. I love him, even if he doesn’t love me.