Already.

It might just be me,
But he just can't see.
I care so much about him,
Even it seems like a whirl whim.
He makes my knees weak,
And being around him makes it hard to speak.
But I'll never have a chance...
He'll never see me in any romance.
I'm not pretty enough,
And I'm not so tough.
These feelings make me upset,
Telling him only makes me feel regret.
If only I feel like I'm worth it,
Instead of feeling more and more unfit.
I want it to mean so much more,
Because he makes me want to soar.
I don't want to seem dim,
But I think I already love him.