I think about you... a lot. Is that wierd? I don't want to, I didnt plan on it and nor do i have any faith in my day dreams and yet, i'm still thinking about you. I actually don't know you all that well either, i don't know your favorite color, i don't know how you like your eggs and i really dont know what you want. I'm not even sure if i pass through your mind at all after we get out of class. This sounds like a cheesy poem, yeah, i know. But it's true. I'm writing this instead of studying for English and Algebra II. Yeah, i shouldnt blame you for tomorrow's failure on both my quizes, but hey, i already blame you for everything else.
It makes me happy when i wake up in the morning and realize that i'm going to see you. That's not creepy, is it? Cause God i think i'm sounding like a creeper. But it's true. You havent done anything at all in my life to make me think of you this much, hell, i dont think you've done anything at all to contribute to my life and nor have i done anything to yours and yet you're still placed right in the middle of my mind. You take up all it's space. You'll probably think this is really wierd, creepy and maybe VERY cheesy if you somehow find a way to read this and know that it's you. Which i completely doubt because I dont tell anybody about these posts, so what odds would it be if you found out this was about you? I think my world would crash down, embarrassment would finally eat me away and i will never write anything ever again. So, let's hope that you may never find this and realize who it's about.
....then again, what if you feel the same way too?
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