1There's this feeling that I get,
when you walk past me,
and it's a horrible feeling,
like I'll never be good enough for you
But it's not the truth, or is it?
You've never been rude or mean to me,
even though I've always fought for a chance
to stand beside you every football game I could.
It's not normal for me,
to think lowly of myself,
except in your presence.
Then I feel like white trash, even though I'm not.
I want to cry,
let it all out,
but it's not to that point yet.
I'm not to that point yet.
You said "Hi' to me, and waved,
and I felt like I was floating on air
for those few seconds.
Please, I want to know you better.
The only reason I'm trying new things,
and excersizing, and eating better,
and being depressed, and not shaving,
is because of you.
And that's all that matters.
Maybe you were meant to find me,
and motivate me to improve myself,
and then release me into the wind
like a new born spider.
I hope not.
I love you.
Do you love me?
AN: I hate the fact that FP will not accept the fact that I want to use a space between paragraphs. So I put seperators, that are ugly, and no matter what I do to delete them, they still prevail. Sorry.