Right now, I’m staring at you from the other side of the hall. There are pretty girls in gorgeous frocks dancing with tux-clad guys but I feel as if all there is is me and you.

I know we’ve been friends since we were six years old, and I know that you don’t want to ruin that. Oh, and there’s that slutty girlfriend of yours but she doesn’t really matter.

She’s shouting at you right now. You were looking at me. And when you looked at me my heart fluttered and hope flashed through my brain.

I never used to look at you this way – like you were the only thing that mattered – but things have changed now.
You still won’t look at me the same way that I do. Me with my Grade 8 clarinet certificate, and you’re the star of the school.

Sometimes I write endless letters confessing my love to you, and then throw them away, just like you would.

I’ve been waiting for so long, for you to notice me. Why can’t you see?

You definately belong with me.