As I have said many times before, I’ve always spent my life trying to find that one girl for me.
I found that girl, and I finally found her name. Roni. That was her name. Our teacher finally said it. She raised her hand to ask a question, and I heard that voice. It was like an angel singing. I glanced and smiled at her, as she did the same to me. But then I noticed something, she was wearing a necklace, from her.. boyfriend.
Why? This isn’t fair. Not one bit. She’s mine. She’s mine. SHE’S MINE!
I went home that day in a state of severe depression, I couldn’t believe it.
This always seems to happen to me, I’ll get myself worked up for something that won’t happen. Ever. Why?

I guess I’ll always be just another face in the crowd..