First secret in Secrets

I googled “anonymous online journal”, just to tell someone that I love you; because I don’t think I’ll ever get a moment to tell you myself.
Not because we don’t spend hours together, but because you’ve left my messages on “delivered”, and you’ve stopped saying hello or goodbye when we’re at work.
I really don’t mean anything to you, but you’re my every other thought. I’m falling asleep between the rock of showing that love in the smallest ways I can, and the hard-place of knowing I may on some level be worth enough to walk away and not pour myself into an empty wellspring.