dear darla
this is probably going to sound weird and all, but it's now or never.
i love watching your hair sway when the wind blows.
i love watching you sip your tea during lunch break, the way you hold the cup delicately, being careful as ever.
i love watching you write on your journal, your crystal blue eyes twinkling along with your eyebrows that furrowed in a confused manner.
i love watching you stare at the windows during calculus class.
i love watching you laugh with wendy over some kid tripping on stairs.
basically, i love watching you being your own self.
the way you don't get shy around people somewhat intrigues me.
sometimes i wonder where you get that confidence from.
but that's probably none of my business since i am a no one for you.
i don't wanna end up being that rejected high school boy at new years, crying over some girl who clearly doesn't care about other's feelings.
well, i'm not saying you are that girl.
maybe i am that boy, the one who gets rejected at all times.
i'm not expecting you to like me straight away. i don't even know if you receive these letters, or you really are receiving them but you just don't give a damn.
i love you darla, and i'm hoping to get your attention soon.
