Now that you know, I know that

My life may never be the same.

Now that you know, I know that

Everything could change.

Since you know, I know that

My life might be better,

Or maybe it'll be that

I shouldn't have written the letter.

However it goes,

I'm glad that you know,

It's one more weight of my chest.

And just so you know,

I'm willing to show you

Just why I know you're the best.

I've loved you for a while, I know that

You may not care.

But if you do, let me know that,

If you do, I'll always be there.

Now that you know, I know that

Everything could change.

Now that you know, I know that

My life may never be the same.


a/n: I've done it, I'm now officially crazy. I wrote this boy a letter just now (the very same one mentioned in the poem), and come Monday (If I haven't chickened out...), I will give this letter to him to show him how I really feel. I thought that maybe writing the words would be easier than trying to say the things I could never say, because I'm so much better at expressing thoughts and feeling through writing than through speech. I just may be insane, because if he doesn't feel the same way, he'll do one of two things: a) He'll go back to seeing through me as he's been doing these past couple of first days back at school, or b) He'll tell all his friends what a sappy idiot I am and wonder how he could ever love me. If he does feel it though... I can only imagine the possibilities we might have together. I didn't put my name in the letter, but I'm entirely convinced that he'll figure out who I am by the well-known events that have occurred between us in out three years of school together. I know I'll never forget about all those times, so I hope he remembers just as well. My author's note is now officially longer than my poem. Good job, Cameo. Way to go.