I know I'm not the kind of girl you're used to.

But please just hear me out. You're the one I can't get out of my head. You're the one I always think about. You look at me like you know my deepest secrets. But look past me at all the other girls. Ones with batting eyelashes and long golden curls. Why won't you listen? You don't even try. I long to sit you down and ask you "why?" Why can't it be me? Why can't I be the object of your love? The one you'll always stand by And who you're always proud of. I feel so feminine whenever I'm near you. I feel ready for anything when I hear you. You light up my life. You make me complete; you make me feel whole And getting you to notice me is my ultimate goal. That's easier said than done. I'm always second choice.

Never number one. What's the use of trying, if it's futile anyway? I love you, but sometimes you make me so mad. I just want to get away. But I always come back. And you can count on that. Give me a chance. I promise you won't be sorry. Love always, 99, a modern Mata Hari