Staring at the blank page in front of me. Thinking of what to say. I want to tell you so much, but I'm scared you'll run away. To tell you I love you, tell you that I care. But I don't think I would do it, even on a dare. Sometimes I get nervous about what to say or do. But your smile makes it all go away. My world revolves around you. I really think I love you. You can always make me laugh. I just wish you would realize that I'm your other half. Seeing you with her makes me sad and blue. And I HATE being jealous so there's only one thing to do. The next time that I see you I'll march right up and say,"I think I've been in love with you since the beginning of 7th grade." And all I can do is hope that when that day comes, you will finally open your eyes and see that I'm the only one.