Part 1

When you love someone, all you should wish for is their happiness, regardles of where that places you.

For me, I love you too much to want in interfere with your life, in fear of making you sad.You look so happy right now, and that makes me happy. I would tell you how I feel, but I can't talk to you normaly. When I hear your name or voice I feel fluttered. When I see your face or even anything that reminds me of you, I feel my heart skip a beat. When we're close to each other, because I'm use to just watching you from a far, I feel like the whole world stopped, even if we are just walking past each other.

When I see you look at me I can't help but look away even though I want to look into your beautiful eyes. When you look at me you probably think I'm weird or scary. I doubt that you could ever have feelings for someone like me, for you are perfection, and I am not.

I'm not afraid to admit that I am in love with you, but I am afraid of you finding out from someone who is not me. Everyday I see you. Everyday I feel my feelings for you, yet I still am not use to them. Everyday my feelings grow stronger, they have been since the first time I saw you. I first saw you in sixth grade. You were seated by someone that I am friends with now. That year I only had that one class with you. I didn't know your name back then, but I knew your face and voice.

Seventh grade we had the same one class together and one other class, history. At one point during that year I sat really close to you and I could barely concentrate on my work, so I tired so hard to pretend that I didn't have a crush on you. That's when I learned your name. How well that name fits you. Your first name is heavenly or something like that, and your last name tells me that you are way different than anyone I have ever met.

In eigth grade, and I finally told some of my friends my feelings. They thought it was really cute of me to finally have a crush on someone.

Your golden, shouldar length hair reminds me of the warm sun. Your eyes change into pretty shades of blue and green. Your height is just perfect for me, and you are older than me.

Your birthday is one month away from mine, which is June. You are a perfect summer baby. Your voice is calm and gental.

I only wish that you would give me one of your perfect smiles, but I know that will never happen.