I get the best feeling in the world when you say hi or even smile at me because I know, even if it's just for a second, that I've crossed your mind.

I always wonder what crosses your mind

when your eyes meet mine

You make me smile even when you're not trying.

I just want one chance. That's it. One chance for you to kiss and hold me, and if then you don't have feelings for me, then, and only then, will I allow myself to get over you.

Do you ever think about the time we met, because I think about it all the time? I hardly know you. I don't know if you ever wore braces. I don't know if you wear contacts, or even your father's name, or what he does. But I do know the curves on your face and every fleck of gold in your eye. I know the time we met was the best in my life.

It's not telling you how I feel that scares me, it's what you'll say back.

I know I'm not the most beautiful girl, or the smartest, or the most confident. But I like you, even if I don't know how to tell you.

All of those sum it up so nicely. But none of those words are mine. They're all fragments of what I feel for you, but I have to try and say it in my own words.

I guess some people have it all planned out. They know what they want, they know how to get it, and they know what it feels like to really like someone. And maybe I'm just fooling myself into thinking I like you this much. But I don't think I am. It's never been like this before. When I see you in the hall, I smile unconsciously. I want so much to go up and talk to you, but I have no idea what to say. I've never really done anything like this before. Not that I've really done anything anyway. Sorry that this is so stilted and unplanned. In a perfect world, I would know exactly what to say, and I'd know how to tell you what I'm feeling. But, obviously, the world isn't perfect. But I wanted you to know that I think you are. All I want is a chance. To see how you feel, to maybe just spend a little time together so I know if it's stupid or not. What do you say?

In a perfect world, I would know exactly what words to use to tell you I like you. But the world isn't perfect, and neither am I. I guess I can just tell you that I know I'm a walking cliché, but I don't think I've ever felt like this before. And I'm only 16, and I don't really know anything yet, but all I want is chance.