In the classrooms, in the hallways, by the lockers — he’s always there.
A reminder of my feelings that I push down.
I see him — my heart skips a beat once again.
I am filled with a feeling I cannot describe for this boy.
It won’t go away, no matter how hard I try.
AlI think about is him.
Never an eyesore — he always looks perfect, otherworldly.
My plight disappears when I talk to him, warmth taking its place — washing over me, numbing.
I never want to take off the rose colored glasses — they let me feel real.