I sighed as I stared at the back of his head.  He had such a wonderful head.  His hair was neat, and he smelled oh so nice.  I sighed again.  This is becoming a habit. 

He sits in front of me in my second period.  One and a half hour of pure contentment.  He knows me, he is my best friend.  So we talk, but this is the only time that I can get away with staring at him.  He is so nice, so caring, so sweet and I love him.

I know I shouldn't, but I do.  When he walks into a room I smile because my friend is there and he always listens to me when I complain, he always tells me everything will be ok when I cry.

He is such a good friend, I'd hate to ruin our relationship, but I have to know if he loves me to.

He doesn't.  When I asked him I could see it in his eyes.  He knew I loved him, but he thought I would never act on it.  He was wrong, oh so wrong… and now I am dead.  Dead inside all because of him.  I LOVED HIM, why couldn't he just love me back… What is SO HARD ABOUT IT THAT HE COULDN'T… What is so disgusting about me that he could never love me back…

He loves her…  I look at him when he's with her he smiles more, he laughs more, he's more him when he's with her.  What does SHE have that I don't.  Is it that hair, the clothes, what DO I HAVE TO DO!?  Why can't you just love me?

Why? WHY?!  I love you so much.  I love the way you smile, the way you laugh, I love the way your eyes crinkle at the edges when I make you laugh.

I just want to know why.