Something inside me has surfaced, and I've no idea why. Is there a reason why you're always on my mind?I wish it was just a joke. A laugh. Something funny, but it's not.It's for real, and I'm in trouble now.

But I can't believe my thinking. My dreams of you and I, and I wonder what you think of me now. As if it would be any different to how you thought of me then...

For once I'd like to be the object of a boys heart. For once I'd like it to be me. I know it's unrealistic, but that's where I'd like to be. Feeling special and whole because a boy thinks you're beautiful...
And you're the one i was shooting for.

Is it really so unrealistic? To watch you and wonder if I could ever be the apple of your eye?I'm not ashamed; I'm afraid. Of those eyes and that opinion, but my knees, they go weak, and I can't seem to think, and I know that I'm not well.