Letters to Romeo
I think today is a wonder day. I'm wondering what will happen Tuesday, wondering if you're thinking about me, wondering if you like me back. Wondering if well ever be together. I like to think that you'll be mine in just a few weeks. I can feel that you'll find out, and we'll be together. The thing is, I'm probably going to get talked about all over school because your girlfriend is trying to make me look bad. I really don't care. If you find out it's her spreading rumors, I hope you'll defend me. I'm your best friend. You should..... I really like you. I hope you like me too. I hope you'll defend me when someone is making fun of me. I hope you'll think of me when they talk about short people. I hope you think of me. I'm not asking for much, just for you to like me back. It's not so hard. You act like you like me. You act like we should be together but frankly I don't know. Frankly I don't know how you don't know how amazing you are. The way you just be yourself with no question no matter where you are. The way you make every single person laugh no matter who they are. The sad part is, you'll never know that. You'll never know that you're the single-most amazing person I've met. You'll never know that I hate doing things that you love without you. Whenever I see a saxophone, I think of you. Whenever I see a cookie, I think of you doing the cookie dance. Whenever someone else messes with me, I think of you because you're the only person I'm okay with that messes with me. Every little thing reminds me of you. It's amazing how one person can make such a huge impact on me.
