There’s this super handsome fellow at my school. He’s a senior, really smart, athletic, and did I mention he’s handsome? I haven’t really talked to him, mainly because of my intense shyness of confronting people. Every time I look at him I get this feeling in my chest that I’ve never felt before. We’ve only spoken a few times, and those times that we did, it took all my courage to do it. At night, I lay in bed hoping that one day he will be laying there next to me. He makes me so flustered when I try and talk to him. I have this feeling like this “thing” won’t go anywhere, but I wish so much that it would.
I don’t expect you to understand, but I wish you would.
I did it because I love you.
Because I care.
Because I need you to be around.