more like an experience then a poem...

it's the end of the grade eight year, i've had a crush on DS** for as long as i could remember ((that's a lie, i can remember further. that just sounds dramatic :] )) and being the coward i am, i'll never tell him.

well, we all got the yearbook and DS ((for some stupid reason)) wrote i love you. i'm pretty sure he did it to everyone's but i'm like OMG in my head and im stunned. eventually i run away : ) ((gotta remember, you're listening to a coward's story ;]))

back at school, everyone's hugging everyone, i get a hug from DS ((it should've lasted forever)) and i asked for a photo with him. ((when am i ever going to see him again?)) hes like okay. so OBVIOUSLY i should just stand next to him and smile. my friend doesn't know how to work the camera so she had to try like forever times, i feel something on my waist, OMG, its his arm. my heart races. i try to to do the same, dumb a^^ wore a backpack. like he could feel anything. the moments finally over, forever...

story times over now, i'm surprised you got this far without falling asleep. oh, you want an ending? i haven't really figured out what happened after that.. how's this?

he got wisked away into the crowd and i realised, i wouldn't see him everyday anymore. my friends fortunately ditracted me of my sorrows. i just hope that isn't the last time we meet; i wish that for one second i wasn't the coward i always am. it's too late now, but at least i have our picture to cherish...

**initials only (( one. he doesn't know, two. don't want him to find out [ :D ], three. woule rather not get in trouble about this))