No one understands me. No one seems to care as they all pass by me as if I’m not there. They’re ignoring me again. What hurts the most is David won’t even notice me. Oh my love, why can’t you ever see me? I’m always watching him from afar. I love how his eyes light up when he does experiments in science, and how his smile grows when the substance begins to bubble green. His wavy blonde hair that keeps hiding his eyes if he didn’t stop moving the strands out of the way, and how he dresses so neatly. A true gentleman that does what he can for those around him. How I wish you were mine.
I remember the first time I laid eyes on my love last year when he held the door open for me and he smiled at me, even if he did hug the girl that was behind me. I wish he’d hug me. At times I get the feeling he treats me like everybody else does. Treat me as if I’m nobody. I was never popular in the past, but no one ever been treated like this. When I talk,