Intertwined Mishaps

If I were to tell you how I honestly felt, you would probably run away screaming, but perhaps, you would stay and take it all in, tell me you were flattered, pat my shoulder and walk away. Either one would be a blow to my ego, to my heart, to get rejected once again. You think I'd be numb to the pain but it stings just as strongly as it did that first time, so long ago. To have my love pushed aside, labeled another crush. To be treated as if I was a child who doesn't know the joy and pain of love, but I do, and all too well. If I were to tell you how I honestly felt, could you just tell me a the tiniest, sweetest lie, that may give me a glimmer of hope?