I know you since I can remember; we have been in the same grades and in the same schools all our lives, but we are different: you are a walking Angel, the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. All the boys want to be with you, and all the girls want to be you

I, on the other hand, I'm a loner, I'm a weirdo. But don't get me wrong, I love being a loner and a weirdo, and I know I wouldn't like to be somebody else, but sometimes, when I see you from my side of the street, I would like to be different in one single aspect: Have the courage to tell you what I really feel.

Can a man love a woman even if he hasn't talk to her? It sounds ridiculous and illogical, and it probably IS ridiculous and illogical, and if there is a thing that can't be guided by the reason, these are the human emotions. I wish they could, because I could stop torturing myself with an imaginary relationship. I try to forget about it, but the more I try, the more I realize how strong my feelings are.

And the worst part is that maybe you wouldn't ever realize how deep is my love for you. You don't even know I exist. And why should? I can't even look at your deep blue eyes without fear. You are a utopia: Something perfect, but what can't be real, at least for me.

And one day, you will leave, and I will be thinking about you, an even if I move on, your memory, your face, your angelic voice, all of you will be written on stone in the deepest corners of my soul and mind. At least, I will always have my imagination, where we can be one, for the rest of the time.