You're one of my favorite people in this world. I have only known you a while, but I do know what feelings are. I have them for you and I have ever since we met. And I know that there is no way you haven't had them for me either.

I will sit around all day and wait on you to text me. I will change my outfit fifty million times before I leave because I know there is a chance that I am going to see you. I will take the same photo ten different times before I send it to you. It's an impulse. You're a disease that I don't mind being infected with.

We have been on a date. We have hung a few other times with our friends too. We talk and everyone else in the room becomes irrelevant. We secretly glance at each other at the same time and just smile. We can't even explain what we are other than probably just attracted to each other or "it's complicated."

You may not know exactly what you want right now, but I do. Because I have known what I wanted the moment I was faced with it. And I have been patient. And I have been heart broken one too many times. But here I am still. Waiting patiently for you to realize what you want too.

I could look at your blue eyes for the rest of my life if you'd let me. I don't think that you really realize how much I dream about 'us' or you in general. You say that you have been dreaming of me a lot lately, but if it was that often, how are you not going as insane like I am right now?

Do you remember the time you told me that I "just seem so amazing?" Or that you "wish you could come over to see me?" Because I do. I remember every conversation that we have ever had. Every heartbreaking one, silly one, angry one, and deep one. Words stay with a girl longer than you could ever imagine.

Chasing your approval may seem like too much, but I don't think that you realize that is what I am doing. Because how could a person be fine knowing that someone cares about them this much without doing anything about it? How could you willingly let me go on like this?

I have watched you with other girls. You don't talk to them like me. You don't look at them like me. And they don't want all of you like me. I want it all. The crazy personality that not many can understand. The looks that could be compared to a god. The voice deep and soothing like a southern lullaby. The jokes about my accent even though we grew up only thirty minutes from each other. All of it.

I am not one to be this pathetic honestly. You have known me long enough to know that. I've been known to cut someone off as soon as they do me wrong. But here I am still waiting. Waiting for something that may never happen. Someone who may never open their eyes to see me standing right in front of him.

Please open your eyes. Please notice my effort. Please quit making me beg for you, wait for you, and dwell on you. Don't be the one I have to say got away from me...