I should have told you exactly how I felt about you instead of ignoring you everyday. They say that sometimes it's the people who don't talk to you that are the ones that want to the most. I wonder if you knew about that? Doubt it. Any way, it doesn't matter now because you've moved away and every day is a struggle to get through. I find my self gazing over to the places I'd usually find you then sigh. There's no one there. The lonely chair and desk in the corner. You'd sit there and gaze off into a world only you could see. Walking along the beach. Black jeans and hoodie. Looking totally out of place. I walk in the water. Kicking it and watching it has it sprays every where. And then there's you hiding behind your side fringe. Shutting out the world. Walking through the sand. You have always fascinated me. We hardly talk to each other. In drama every one talks to each other laughing and chasing. I sit in the corner at the piano playing soft sad tunes that melt into the air and you sit with your back to me at the other end listening. I made over 40 paper cranes and almost filled you're bag with them. But I couldn't work up the courage and they remained in my bag it a container. You've seen me folding paper cranes and aeroplanes before so you would have known it was me.I wish I wasn't so shy. Now your gone and there's an empty space in my heart. This is what I should have done. I should have told you I loved you. Instead, I didn't say goodbye and put a paper crane in your bag instead.
