You walked past me today. I gave my best smile, and my hair was perfection: but you just kept on walking. I know you saw me, even though you didn't even smile. Do I mean that little to you? You saw me, but did you really see me?

I've never told you before, just how much you mean to me. You bring out the best in me. It's been years since I've felt confident. It feels like it's been so long since I've been able to be myself. Do you know that? Do you know what's changed?

I've met you.

Ever since we started talking I feel like I'm slowly changing. Every time I'm around you, I just feel so good. It may sound cliché, but I do sort of get a warm fuzzy feeling inside. Do you know why? You are everything I want to be. You know when to be serious and when to laugh. You can be caring, but you are also stern. You aren't afraid of showing your emotions, and yet you are still so confident in your self. You have goals! You work hard for what you want, and I admire that so much. You treat everyone like a person, even me. I guess that is the main reason I want you so bad; do you know how long it's been since someone has treated me as an equal?

Yet, you walked past me today, you couldn't even spare a smile.

I guess I'm not your type. My hair, naturally blonde, not bleached in the slightest, is full of spiraling curls, instead of meticulously straightened locks. My eyes, though blue, are hidden behind the large glasses I wear everyday. My figure, though curvy, is definitely not curvy in the right places, and my shirt size is bigger than yours. My jeans aren't tight enough and my shoes to old. I make music, but it is all original, not some spin off on My Chemical Romance or the Jonas Brothers. And, above all else, I care about school, and maintain and almost 4.0 – but you know it's not perfect!

For all of my faults, I apologize.

These things are beyond my control.

Do you need to ignore me for them?

I guess you aren't perfect yourself, otherwise you would be able to see me not as another distant acquaintance, but as someone you could love. I realize, me being not attractive in the slightest, that that is out of the question. But I wish it wasn't – oh how I wish it wasn't!

But, you walked past me today, and you didn't even notice.

Suddenly, my dreams are useless. They've shattered on the floor like a thin sheet of glass. Can I still love you?