Today is the day. Today is when I face my fears and collect enough courage to profess my love to a girl that I have liked most, if not all of my life.

I have always been scared, and I don't know why, to even ask this girl out. People think that I am crazy, but I think that she is the most beautiful person I have ever seen. Every time that I look at her, I get a warm feeling sensation and that I should be with her for the rest of my life. But I sigh knowing that I never did have the courage or faith in myself to ask her out. Also because I think that she doesn't deserve a guy like me.

I don't mind talking to her, but I think it's that when I ask her out, people will talk to me differently and not treat me the same.

But I'm over it now, I don't care about what people think about me anymore. I don't want to make my life miserable for the sake of my reputation, which I never had anyway. I want to be happy. And I know that she likes me. So it would be good if we got together. And I want to go out with her before she's taken away from me by another man, or life itself.

I walk through the halls of my school, searching. There was already a lot of people in the hall, but I knew that I would find her. She would be the first person I would spot.

After fifteen minutes of running around and searching, the five minute bell rang. I started to get frustrated.

"Where is she?" I thought to myself looking around. I started to give up. I went to my locker and gathered my things for first hour. I started walking to my first hour class, when I saw my best friend, Stan. I waved to him, hoping that he would see me. He did, and he waved back. I walked up to him hoping that I would get a chance to talk to him before the second bell rang. There was a crowd of people heading in my direction. I maneuvered around them to get to Stan. I noticed that he was holding hands with someone.

"A new girlfriend? Pft. Figures." As I got closer, I got to see the girl that got to end up with Stan, the girl that I love...

I stared at her hoping that this was a dream. I knew it wasn't. I sighed the deepest sigh that I have ever sighed. I felt a pain like a Nazi being hit by a nuclear bomb, but still surviving.

Stan said, "Hey, did you meet my new girlfriend?"

I looked at her. The only thing that I could say was, "Hi."

She responded, "Hello."

Trying to stop the pain in my heart from looking at her every time, I said, "Well, we'd better get to class."

Stan nodded and said, "Yeah, I'll see you later."

His girlfriend said, "Bye."

I didn't need to look back to tell that she didn't care about me anymore. That last word from her, "bye" felt like she was saying goodbye to me forever, and she was.