This Is For You, Gorgeous.
You know who you are, so I won't bother saying any names.
It's been great these past few days in summer school, getting to sit next to you and hearing that laugh of yours. You're so modest, yet your looks could get you the world. I like that. If I was to sit here and write down every thought I had about you, I don't know that I would finish tonight. Just, every time we're in talking distance of each other, it's an amazing feeling I get. I'm kinda scared because I've never felt so strong for someone. But you're different. You know you're different.
Anyways, I really hope I'm not bugging you or smothering you. We've never really had the chance to have a serious talk, so I don't know how much attention you prefer. I just wanted to write something about you, so that maybe it would make your day a bit better. If I'm doing anything wrong I'd really like you to let me know. I guess a lot of times I just wonder if, when I say the things you hear all the time (you're gorgeous, etc.,) it means anymore to you than the hundred other people that say it every day.
Forget the Mona Lisa. If I could paint you, it would be a masterpiece. You'd be known all over the world for those things which I know you as: sweet, beautiful, and totally cool. At this point, I'm kinda regretting a send of this. But I guess I shouldn't have regrets. I realized a long time ago that you only live once.
Take care of yourself, anonymous one.
It's been great these past few days in summer school, getting to sit next to you and hearing that laugh of yours. You're so modest, yet your looks could get you the world. I like that. If I was to sit here and write down every thought I had about you, I don't know that I would finish tonight. Just, every time we're in talking distance of each other, it's an amazing feeling I get. I'm kinda scared because I've never felt so strong for someone. But you're different. You know you're different.
Anyways, I really hope I'm not bugging you or smothering you. We've never really had the chance to have a serious talk, so I don't know how much attention you prefer. I just wanted to write something about you, so that maybe it would make your day a bit better. If I'm doing anything wrong I'd really like you to let me know. I guess a lot of times I just wonder if, when I say the things you hear all the time (you're gorgeous, etc.,) it means anymore to you than the hundred other people that say it every day.
Forget the Mona Lisa. If I could paint you, it would be a masterpiece. You'd be known all over the world for those things which I know you as: sweet, beautiful, and totally cool. At this point, I'm kinda regretting a send of this. But I guess I shouldn't have regrets. I realized a long time ago that you only live once.
Take care of yourself, anonymous one.