Not Getting Anywhere

I met you. We became friends. I started to develop feelings towards you. Well, what can I say, I fell in love with you. While you were an eight grader, I was just a little seventh grader, but I didn’t care, that didn’t stop the feelings from pouring out every time we’d pass each other in the halls, even though you would never pay much attention to me. To me, with out saying a word, you could light up my dark. We would write letters to each other & stuff, & that was big for me. I would always drop hints that I liked you, while we were in class. And you being the little tease that you are, would do the same. I still remember that I couldn’t wait to go to class, cause I couldn‘t wait to see you. You eventually found out about these feelings, but obviously nothing ever happened. I wanted so badly for us to end up together, but you never looked my way.
Well, we got over all of that once you went off to high school. I felt like I was never gonna see you again, but here we both are, two years later, in high school. The first few days of my new year were hell for me, until I saw you. I felt like I had met you for the first time all over again. It’s been about two months of school and you haven’t spoken but three words to me. The only time I get to see you is in the halls, and that’s just not enough. I still have really strong feelings for you. That’s why it hurts so bad when you just pass right by me as if I were a stranger. Sometimes it crosses my mind that I may be tiered of waiting, maybe this is all just a big waste of time, me looking for you around the whole damn school, going to all of your football games, thinking about you constantly, reading your old letters over and over, until I just fall asleep, cause I’m not getting anywhere when it comes to you, and I probably never will. And that scares me.