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Why do I feel this way about him? I mean what's so special about him?
There's nothing special about him-yes there is. He's sweet, funny, nice,
and looks like a teddy bear that you want to hug over and over and over, never wanting to let go. I first notice him when he was walking through the hallway, I was minding my own business when out of nowhere, POP! He came down from the first floor. It was like love at first sight. But do I really know what love is? Everybody in school is always saying 'Oh I love him so much I want to be with him forever!' or 'I love her but I don't know if I'm good enough for her.' I don't love him. I have a crush on him, yes, but not love. That seems too fast for me.
My friends are always trying to get me to talk to him. But whenever I look at him or walk past, all of my words are out of my mouth. My head tells me to say a simple 'Hi,'But my mouth refuses to open. What am I gonna do? Is there no hope for me? I heard he has a gf. I felt a bit disappointment because 1. She's very lucky to be with him. and 2. I'm still shy about meeting him. He's a junior, and he's going to be a senior which means going to college and I might never see him again.
Oh god, what would happen?! I always feel like I'm drawn to him. People say nice things about him like 'Him? He's very nice, I mean, he's very sweet.' And then other things like 'Him? He's so self-concious. Always caring about what other people thinks about him. And he doesn't even like Freshmans!"
Just stop it already! I don't want to hear anymore of this mess! I just want to talk to him, not hearing what other people say about him. But what if I finally got the nerve and talk to him and he has a gf? Sigh. Sometimes life just isn't fair to some of us. I always chickened out when they drag me to talk to him. I said 'Hi' to him once....softly, looking down. And I also introduced myself to him during 1st lunch.
I always have good taste in guys that I like and I can easily talk to them. But why can I NOT talk to HIM!?!?! You know, start a conversation for godsakes! My friends say 'Just go up and talk to him and say 'Hi!' or 'I think you're sexy.' What?! No way, that'll scare the crap out of him. Maybe I should start talking to him when it's the last day of school. Not. That's what my friend says.
It's hard to talk to a guy who you really truly likes and it's even harder making eye contact because then you would get lost in them and just start imagining ridiculus things like 'I wonder how my future would if I was with him. Oh I know! Happy!' Just ARRGGHH! It's very frustrating for us girls, especially with the pressuring, and the little tiny voice saying I might screw up and say something stupid or do something that will make my face red and want to hide under a rock.
Everyday in school, I'm always hoping to catch a glimpse of him in the hallways and just stare at him, with him not knowing I am, since he doesn't know who I am. My friends tried to introduce me through him. He doesn't like that. He wants to talk to people face to face. How the hell am I gonna do that?!? Grrr. This is even more frustrating than math.
Signed,
Puppy In Love
Author: Gloria Jean Berry
You have come to me from a distant land,
Dreamer of dreams, to fill my hearts desire,
Sweet music flowing from your nimble hand
That plays within... to light my passion's fire.
A symphony of word and thought you bring.
Excitement builds upon crescendo's sound,
Brought forth in tones to make my light heart sing
For all the beauty that, with you, I've found.
A life is changed in just an instant's time,
All darkness fled before that brillaint sun
That shines from spoken words of softest rhyme
And speaks of treasures, only just begun.
This mystic meeting gives my heart a glow
That few have seen and only you will know.
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