Dear E,
I realized today that your eyes are the most beautiful turquoise. You actually acknowledge me today. A lot, now that I think about it.
Once was when I handed you your lunch card, because you left it in homeroom. Once when You called me a bitch at the end of the day, then said sorry. Once when we walked passed each other in the hall. Then 10 or 11 times during band class. That's when I noticed how beautiful your eyes are. You kept kicking my chair, because the band director moved you behind me, and you kicked my chair a few times, and when I finally looked back you flashed me this big beautiful smile, only for a split second, and then it went away and you focused on him talking. Then the second time I looked at you you laughed and raised your eye brows. And the last time I looked you said turn around and smiled at me.
Oh and at the end of the day after you put your good shoes in your back pack, and you were putting your I-pad away I swore and you told me to watch my language. Then you looked at me and shook your head, I did the same.
I also noticed that you're not as perfect as I had originally thought. When I looked at you those few times during band, I realized you're just a normal person with everyday flaws; Sometimes when you smile your teeth look too big for your mouth, you have acne around your nose, you have awkward legs, and your arms a long and gangly. But all those things make you the way you are.
Tell me, do you ever think that maybe, just MAYBE, if you got to know me, you might actually like me. She told me that you like her (as a friend) because she's nice to you and she cares. Well, it may be news to you, but I care. I can promise you I care more than her!! If you were to try to be my friend, I would treat you like a king, and I would never tell anyone anything you tell me, I would comfort you when you need it, I would try to make you laugh when you don't even want to smile, and I would do everything I can to make you happy; even though you would never go through such trouble for me.
I don't know why i even bother trying to convince you of these things. It's no use, everything will be how it always is. I swear, you tell me to watch my mouth, I walk in front of you, you cough and say bitch, I make a face and say ass, you laugh when I can't get my locker open, and I hide behind my hair hoping you don't see the tears welling up in my eyes. Sometimes when I know your near I purposely put in the wrong combination to see if maybe, just MAYBE, this time you won't laugh, and this time you'll ask me if I need help. I hasn't happened, and probably won't.
I wish you would just realize, like everyone else in our school has, that you and I are perfect for each other.
Now I'm realizing, maybe if you don't know, then just MAYBE You're perfect for me, and I'm not perfect for you.
