Posted by Anonymous on 2012/12/28 under Uncategorized Every time I see you, I can’t help but smile a little bit. Every time you talk to me, just to ask what size skates I wear for the rental station, I feel special, as if I’m the only one you talk to. Why do you have to be so attractive? Of course, everybody else is probably thinking this exact same thought right now, I’m nothing special… I can’t help but stare at you when you’re talking to someone….I can’t help but stare at you anyways. When I see you with other girls, of course I feel jealous. Your smile is rare but amazing, like diamonds for the homeless who are struggling to even eat. That’s how I feel about your smile. I never seem to want to smile, but when I’m around you, I just have to, and when you smile too, it makes it that much better.
When you held her hand and kissed her right in front of me, all I could do was sit there and pretend that I never saw and didn’t care. Why? Because I don’t hardly even know you, and probably never will…So why must I love you so much?