Nothing NewI'm in highschool. And like many people I'm possibly a little too dramatic. But not in this case. I'm a boy who loves a girl, a girl that won't love me back. I know this because she is too good for me. I'm...well I guess a little hopeless. I'm not a looker (she is), I'm not overly smart (she is), the only thing we share in common are our interests, and that we are both incredibally nice people. Even though my situation with her grows bleaker and bleaker I have hope, it's fleeting, though.
This girl that I not only like but love is perfect. And I'm mature enough to see her beauty. I love her. But I can't have her. If there is a god he's cruel, he's a heartless bastard. Because good people like me, and all of us who have people we love that we can't have are tortured. I see this girl everyday in class. I talk to her. And that kills me because it's like dangling a precious gem right in front of my nose that I can't grab. Only she's much more precious than that.