How do you realize if you've fallen in love?

Is there a special feeling, a sign from above?

Is it when, you go outside, you think you always see,

Her lurking somewhere near you, and you hope it could be?

Why is it that I had to feel like this,

A silly little boy who's never had a kiss?

A girl, too perfect for me,

A girl, who despises me.

Because, it started out, she was malicious,

And I struck back, being doubley vicious.

But, after that, I think she changed,

An offer of friendship could have been exchanged

But I was too proud,

And she was too loud,

I wouldn't forgive and forget,

So she was the one to forget.

She forgot about me,

She probably hated me.

I was glad she was gone,

Now I was alone.

Still, every once and a while, she'd pop up in my head,

I thought I hated her, wanted to see her dead.

Yet, the more I tried to nurse this hate,

Other thoughts would negate.

I'd think, for no reason, how beautiful she was,

And oh, she was.

When she was around, I ignored her looks,

I preoccupied with my books.

But it wasn't just that, I started to wish,

I get her to like me, and get to the finish.

I wanted to see,

If I could make her happy.

One day, I saw her walking down the street,

I was looking forward for us to meet,

But as I got closer I saw it was just a stranger,

I don't think my regret could have been greater.

I went out to the places I knew she liked,

The parks where she biked,

I never could find,

Or get her out of my mind.

That is the story that I came to tell,

My own self-afflicted hell.

If I had accepted she was different and been her friend,

This story would have a happy end.

Instead I ignored it, and as you can see,

Now she truly and passionately hates me.

I think we might have been too alike for our own goods,

Covering our selves with metaphorical hoods.

They say opposites attract, but that ain't the case,

They repel and only later realize the waste.

I wonder if her and I, like mirrors of each other.

I wonder if we could ever, love each other.

We are the same, but opposite.

That's the basic, composite.