I don't know where to start at all. It's so crazy when and how we met. I remember that day just like yesterday. Sometimes something always crosses my mind . . . Do you remember that day? Or is it just forgotten like the day we met was nothing? Did it even matter to you? I bet it didn't. I bet it was just one of your usual days and you met some crazy girl.
You're so funny. You always have the funniest joke. Every time I see you I just can't help but smiling no matter what. You always ask me why I am smiling but I just never have an answer. I guess it's just impossible for me to look at you without smiling. Sometimes that's all I can do when I am unable to reply to you when you talk to me.
When you talk to me sometimes it's so hard for me to talk back to you. I stutter and try to talk back but nothing comes out. The only thing I realize at the moment you're talking to me is the butterflies churning in my stomach. I wonder if you think my stuttering is cute? Or what if you think I am just annoying?
Everything I do somehow and someway makes me end up thinking about you. When I take a picture and it's bad I delete it because you might see it. Or when I post a picture on Facebook. Before I post it I always make sure that you'd like it. If it'd make me look weird then I wouldn't post it. Every morning when I wake up and I dress I make sure I wear an outfit that will satisfy you. I put so much thought into everything I do just for you.
I haven't seen you since school has got out and I've still been thinking about you and still doing everything I can to impress you. Today I thought of something, though. Did you even realize the stuff I did for you? Did you ever notice me smile at you? Did you notice me stutter? Did you even notice me at all?
I guess I won't have to worry about this next year, though. You're moving schools. I will probably never see you often anymore. You'll probably go off and forget all about me. Or even worse, you'll find someone you like. Then everything I had done would be for nothing. I would have nothing to worry about when I dress, or do my makeup, or anything for that matter. Everyday would have no point to it.
Life isn't going to be the same without you. You were a great listener and a great friend. Just do me a favor . . . Don't forget about me.