When I think about you, I can't be mad, no matter how hard I try.
I'm perplexed because I've never been like before in my life.
I'm so confused, I'm so lost without you. Why do I feel this way?
I've never met you, only spoken for months with random things to say.
You have a bigger effect on me that any other girl I've seen.
I try to deny liking you, but it doesn't work because it seems so mean.
I tell myself many times that you're a sweet and beautiful stranger.
The only thing is, it makes my feeling for you stronger.
Before, I only thought of you every once in a while.
That was because I had fun making you smile.
Now it's different, I think about you every half a second.
It's weird because I always feel light-headed.
My face gets flushed and my stomach stirs.
I think it's because when I think of you, I get nervous.
I say one thing and then decide to do another thing.
I'm contradicting myself lately, and to you it's somehow linked.
The pain inside keeps growing every time I think of you.
Then it shrinks the moment I talk to you.
Many thoughts flow through around, spinning in my head.
So I begin to write... and I write so much, I run out of lead.
There are too many things I have to say about your personality.
I'm just afraid to tell you because of what you might think of me.
What can it be, maybe this feeling really is love.
Then all the others I thought weren't strong enough.
I've never felt this strongly about anyone before.
You're the only girl that makes my heart sore.
I ache to see you, or even hints of your words.
When I call, I'm happy hearing you, does that sound absurd?
It's hard to hide my feelings, but it's easy to tell.
I'm lovesick, I guess, but I don't want to get well.
Why is it easy to write this, but hard to send?
Maybe if you read it, you wouldn't want to be my friend.
I guess I have a fear that I'll lose someone dear.
I can't stand that, especially since I'm used to you being here.
You've never hurt me even when I seemed annoying.
You never left me when some days seemed so boring.
I love the way that you treat everyone so kind.
But for once I want to know what's going through your mind.
You've known me for the longest time, and everything about me.
You know me from the things I tell you, and my poetry.
You know the way I think, and the way I feel.
But there's one thing I want to hear from you still...
