crush
I absolutely despise admitting that I like someone, especially if that person is you.
I don't know when or how this infatutaion towards you started, but it did.
I don't even know why I like you so much. You'll never look at me the way I feel about you.
You're the "cool and popular" type, and I'm just the band kid.
...The band kid that did track.
I aboslutely grew to have this weird fascination for track & field, and the fact that you were also a part of the same sport made practice just a little bit more enjoyable.
When we had track meets, you would always wear contacts that day, and that's when I grew to love the color blue.
I do love your glasses and the way its frame is an unsual but fitting color. However, I prefer to have a clear view of your eyes.
I don't know if anyone has ever said this to you, but you have very enchanting eyes.
You're inceredibly hilarious, and your looks are quite pleasing to the eye in my opinion. You're honest and know when to admit your mistakes, and you also accept the scolding that you get from the teacher every time you get yelled at for talking too much.
I know you'll never like me back, but the occasional eye contact with each other never fails to make my heart skip a beat. (Although, I make sure to not get too excited because he's more likely looking at the person behind me.)
Not only that, but the small exchanges of smiles and short replies always cheers me up.
I have a crush on you if you haven't noticed already.
I like you, and I hope you do too.
