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I once was afraid to tell you how I felt inside, afraid of what you might think of me. Maybe I was to fat or to short, to dark, I don’t know. I watched you from a distance, waiting for you to notice me, but you never did at least not in the way I wanted you to. I took a chance I did crazy things to get you to notice me but in that same instinct you also realized I feel something for you. When I finally decided to tell you, my heart stopped and time stood still I didn’t think that you already knew how I felt about you. Embarrassed! My heart raced, my words, lost. How could you know it was me? So many things rushed through my head; he knows what do I do? What will he said, does he want to be friends; does he already like someone? But what you said next surprised me, an invitation? I never would have expected an invitation. My heart sang I couldn’t be any happier, I was going to Prom. When I saw you again my face grew warm, and my voice quiet, I didn’t know what to say. At least what to say to you, to everyone else you were all I spoke of, even to your sister, oh how I wish I knew she was your sister. I should have but didn’t. When we went out as friends for the first time, sitting next to you, nervous, I could tell you were the same. Time passed, “I’ve never been this nervous before” is what you said. I kissed you on your soft cheek, looking away, what have I done? Again embarrassed, it felt right but why did I look away, I never saw your reaction, I never will. The very next night you called, you asked me, asked me to be the girl you’d like, your girlfriend. To this day my heart belongs to you, and I never want to let go.