Dear John ( no not the movie silly heads )
I thought about it for awhile; toying with the idea of you liking me.
I try to rule it out because really how could you like me?
Beside the fact that I'm taken; I really think you're cute.
Seeing you in the morning puts me on cloud nine and
though I can never tell you -- about all these feelings inside --
I still hope you like me. I still hope and dream that you'll try to kiss me.
In the rain -- cliche's from old movies -- so my life could be interesting, a
hollywood blockbuster everyone watches and cries.
Because honestly; I don't know what to do -- hide my feelings about you --
or tell the love of my life we're through. Either way, my heart might die or
go on hiatus for a very long time.
It sounds so bad -- but the love of my life is states away -- and it may sound stupid
but sometimes I think our movie. I laugh and remember my shyness -- remember we were
5 and 6; 9 and 10 -- you called from your yard, dripping with pool water. My cousin waved; he
loved making friends but I dove under water -- hid away from the boy who noticed me -- because
you were so much cuter than me; so much better and nicer.
I don't know why you live with your grandma -- but I really want to know -- I hope it isn't something
horrible or tragic. After Sandy you and her came over and I really think you were flirting -- or just
being the nice guy you always were -- we like the same music. You invited me over when your house
was going to be back ( may ). But it still isn't up, and I wonder if your offer still stands because honestly
John I'm trying my hardest to be happy. Trying to make all this nonsense somehow work; I want you to be
a part of that and I want to write us a story. Even if it never happens -- because I love Eric with all my heart --
I want you to be my best friend; honestly you already are -- and I think only you would understand what that
means ... like our glances in gym when I feel that smile coming on; I want you to feel that too.
I try to rule it out because really how could you like me?
Beside the fact that I'm taken; I really think you're cute.
Seeing you in the morning puts me on cloud nine and
though I can never tell you -- about all these feelings inside --
I still hope you like me. I still hope and dream that you'll try to kiss me.
In the rain -- cliche's from old movies -- so my life could be interesting, a
hollywood blockbuster everyone watches and cries.
Because honestly; I don't know what to do -- hide my feelings about you --
or tell the love of my life we're through. Either way, my heart might die or
go on hiatus for a very long time.
It sounds so bad -- but the love of my life is states away -- and it may sound stupid
but sometimes I think our movie. I laugh and remember my shyness -- remember we were
5 and 6; 9 and 10 -- you called from your yard, dripping with pool water. My cousin waved; he
loved making friends but I dove under water -- hid away from the boy who noticed me -- because
you were so much cuter than me; so much better and nicer.
I don't know why you live with your grandma -- but I really want to know -- I hope it isn't something
horrible or tragic. After Sandy you and her came over and I really think you were flirting -- or just
being the nice guy you always were -- we like the same music. You invited me over when your house
was going to be back ( may ). But it still isn't up, and I wonder if your offer still stands because honestly
John I'm trying my hardest to be happy. Trying to make all this nonsense somehow work; I want you to be
a part of that and I want to write us a story. Even if it never happens -- because I love Eric with all my heart --
I want you to be my best friend; honestly you already are -- and I think only you would understand what that
means ... like our glances in gym when I feel that smile coming on; I want you to feel that too.
x ~ Ink







































