A poem my friend asked me to write

Sitting in a room of eighty, but all I see is you
I dont know if these feelings are true,
All I know is I am fond of you.

Scared of what we will never be,
wishing we were together just you and me.
Only friends is what we will stay
Watching my dreams just fade away.

What we could be,
you will never see
how embarrased I am to be me.

The secrets out, do you care?
will the connection still be there?
Am I just your invisible friend?
I dont want it these feelings to come to an end.