I'm shy, confused, with a small personality, and talent almost abscent, and I think I like you. Talented, attractive, and outgoing. They've always said opposites attract, but I think there's a problem if one person barely knows the other. Hey, maybe we could get to know each other more throughout the years, and sometime you'd ask me out. Simple as it is, it would be amazing. Who cares how young we are? Youth doesn't determine how much you can appreciate someone else. I appreciate you so much. Your face finds its way into all my thoughts somehow. Seemingly unimportant memories keep me awake at night, and I hope that you are thinking about me. I sound so desperate, but this is how I feel. This is my simply worded, ineloquent, story, of sorts. Half of me hopes you are not reading this, but another knows it would be the easiest way to to tell you. I wonder where you are and when I will see you again. This isn't the end. It's never over.
