The ground trembled slightly, as the trains ran over the tracks, while I sit on a wooden fence watching them. I've been sitting here all day trying to think, but found that lately I can't seem to concentrate . I'm bored out of my mind, so I get down and head home. my parents are gone all week, so its just me on my own. I go to the refrigerator and make a sandwich, I eat it quickly, then head to my room.
About an hour later I'm sprawled out on my bed, I reach under the mattress ,and pull out a note book, and start to flip through the pages until I get to the last page. On the page is a picture of a girl. A beautiful girl, with pink hair , soft blue eyes, and a amazing smile. "Mimi, if you only knew," I say out loud. But I'll never have the guts to tell her how I feel, that I love everything about her. No, she'll never know, how much I think about her, never know how I look at this picture every night.
If she only knew how much it hurt to think about "What if she knew". But she doesn't know, or think about these things constantly. Realizing this only makes me feel worse, and I begin to cry. That night for the first time in my life, I cried myself to sleep. All because I wondered, what if she only knew?