I wish she knew…
There she is, standing at her locker talking to friends without knowing the way I truly feel about her. As I walk by she grants a friendly smile; I wish she knew. Whatever—I think to myself—story of my life. With a swift move into the door and the resonance of the hour bell, I am back in class again, still only a dreamer. As the day goes on my mind continues to wander as my heart makes wishes. When the day ends, I quickly gather my homework and make a break in the opposite direction towards her locker. I walk—walk as quickly as I could in hopes to see her but one more time; or even better, get a chance to say goodbye and see her beautiful smile one last time. There I am standing in the hallway with her nowhere in sight, with unbearable pain in my heart I feel like dying. The pain viciously tore my heart; and before tears formed, I made my way through the hall of other couples fighting my way to the bus. The immature chatter of others and talk of relationships bring me down even further. In an attempt to drown out the hurt, I listen to the very music that reminds me of her. After my departure, I begin my way trudging down the street to my house. When I finally stumble through the door, I drop my backpack and plop on the couch. With headphones in, the instant my eyelids shut I venture off into dreamland—as always she is the featured guest. I grasped the dream tight and held it extremely close, my love pulsing throughout like an arterial system. When I finally awake I realize nothing was real and I am stuck in the world where she does not know. The news comes with pain, and I am suddenly overcome with the fear she never will. It kills me inside; especially knowing it would be my own fault. I really wish she knew. With the semester coming to an end my biggest fear is not the exams, but the nightmare that I will have no classes with her second semester. With the time I have to tell her how I truly feel coming to a close; every day is a battle between my heart and my mind. I want nothing more than to tell her; my heart beats faster when I see her and out of my chest when we talk. The very thought of losing her scares the shit out of me. Shaking the horror, I pull up my back-pack with a thrust and a heave and begin my homework trying to forget about the whole situation. It is no use, she is stuck on my mind and will never leave—not that I want her to—if there is any girl worth this much heart-ache this is definitely the one. Her smile brightens up my day and her voice cheers me up. She is the epitome of a dream girl and deserves a king, she is the essence of beauty and deserves nothing but the best, she is amazing and the one I care about most. I wish she knew.