I doubt that you are reading this, but I don’t care, I’ll write it anyway.
I have a crush on you, but you don’t know.
Of course you don’t, you probably don’t know me that well.
I used to sit by you.
I helped you get an A on that quiz, because I let you look at mine.
I want to be your friend.
I’m not the “Hipster” type,
and your not a Punk Rocker
But, I think that our friendship could work.
I really like looking at you.
Your T-shirts rival mine.
That is saying something because I have pretty sweet shirts.
You also have some pretty great shoes.
And that is saying a lot because my shoes are pretty great.
I’ll never tell you about what I think about you.
Because your friends are a major cockblock.
I’d be like “Hey, need some help with those Dilution problems?”
but your friends are like “Oh Hai! Lets BS these Dilution problems. Who cares LoLWUT?”
I know you look at me sometimes,
I smile and that is a big deal.
But then when I’m smiling, I think “Hey, I can’t smile. Why the hell am I smiling?”
But then I stop and look at my awesome shoes again.
So, if you aren’t busy with yearbook and theater,
and your friends aren’t around,
feel free to talk to me. We could go out for icecram.