I don't know what's wrong with me. But I wish somebody would cut out my eyes, because then I would stop staring at you like the idiot I am.
And seriously, I STILL haven't gotten the courage to go up and talk to you.
I mean, really? It's like, I see you sitting there, by yourself, at the end of class before the bell rings. And I'm sitting by myself...and yet...I can't just walk up to you and say, "Hi. How're you?" or "What's up?".
WHY?!
It bugs me that I'm so shy. It's terrible how shy I am, really. And I'm worried about going off to college and not being able to talk to people...
I don't want to say I like you, because I've never even talked to you. But at the same time, it's like I feel this attraction to you, and I don't know what it is. I haven't felt this obsessive over something as simple as talking to you. I think it would be easy...but I wouldn't know, would I?
I noticed you were looking at me the other day when we were writing those "Who I Am Makes a Difference" cards. I want to know why. I wanted to write one about you, but I would be too embarrassed to give you the card we were supposed to give to the person we wrote about. I would've let you know that I liked your smile. Thank goodness you'll never find this out.
And the thing is...If I did get the chance to talk to you, I don't know what I'd say. In fact, I think I'd rather just let you talk. Yeah...I'd rather listen.
This is so weird...
I can't stop thinking about you...And trying to find you in every crowd I see...What's wrong with me?
Do you even know?
Sammy
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