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I love you. There. I said it. It’s sad though. No matter how many times I say it, you’ll never hear me. You’ll continue your life. Like I’m not there. Not in the same room as you. Not walking by you. And not thinking about you. People call this feeling love. I do love you. But you don’t know me. You don’t know my home. My favorite color. Not even the color of my eyes. I call this feeling Cursed. I feel it every now and then. You’re one of the lucky few that I fell for.

Your locker is near mine. I can sense your warmth. It’s like a steam pot. I sometimes feel it burn against my skin. I try to ignore the sensation. Of how your eyes sometimes meet mine. But it’s just a glance. And you go back to whatever you were doing before. I usually hope it means more than that. But that’s impossible. I’m not exactly “Your type” one would say. But maybe someday I will be….

I’ve seen the way you look at her. Talked to her. Even hugged her. I feel like rushing over and flailing my arms and screaming “Look At ME! I’m here! Right in front of you!” But I know even If I did. I’d make a fool of myself. I already am a fool though. I’ve fallen for someone like you.

Your laugh is like the singing birds in the summer. Their song. So sweet. So light. So caring. So kind. If I look at you for long enough you’ll smile. I feel like your smile is like the sun peaking through my dark clouds. But then I realize you weren’t smiling at me. You were smiling at her. I know I shouldn’t look at you. I shouldn’t notice you. I shouldn’t even think about you. But I do. You’re all I think about at times.

When you’re absent. I feel so sad. Like my body will give up on me and I’ll pass out during class. No one would notice. And no one would care. It’s why you don’t notice me. You don’t take your time to look across the classroom and see me giving you secret looks. You’re like everyone else. You walk either right past me or through me. I’d like to think you’re different. I even hope that you’re everything I dream of…

But at night, you’re with me. We run across fields and meadows of wildflowers. Not a care in the world. Hand in hand and absolutely in love. It’s the reason why I hate waking up. You’re gone. You’re no longer there holding my hand. What scares me though is sometimes… I think you’re just a dream. Someone that my mind made up to ease its loneliness.

Sometimes I’ll go to the creek alone. I picture you run down the hill with me close on your tail. Then you jump into the creek with your jeans rolled up and look about at all the fish that scattered away. You will even name a few and tell me a few fishing stories about you and your dad. When I feel like your not actually there. I’ll reach out to touch you. But you disappear. Along with the fish I thought were once there.

I’ve tried looking beautiful. I’ve tried being my best. But its not me that you look at. It’s her. The pretty girl with long brown hair and a smile that would make a grown man beg, she’s the one that stole your heart. While you stole mine. I should just forget about you. Lock you in the box where I lock most things that I wish not to think about. You’d vanish and never come back…But… I can’t… I’ve tried putting in inside that box… But you always managed to crawl out and haunt me again. You are all I think about, because you Mr.Heartstealer took away my heart and I know it won’t come back to me. You’re the reason why I can’t love. The reason why I won’t love. The reason why I even fear love. Because I can love no one else… but you.