A/N: I wrote this as a tribute to my secret crush, and it turned out to make an OK fanfiction. Don't Danny Phantom, or any of the characters therein. I also don't own any songs, other TV shows, or books I might happen to quietly quote. Andiamo!

I miss him. More than he'll ever know. I wish I could tell him how I feel. Of course, there's no way he'd accept me. For that matter, neither would the rest of the world. A line from a song comes unbidden to my mind. "They can have the world; we'll create our own..."

I have an EVIL subconscious, to make me think of that song. But I never have and never will tell him. Everyone thinks I'm over him, that it was a silly infatuation. But it wasn't an infatuation. It is probably silly, but it breaks my heart. You hear me? I cried last night, thinking of him. I shouldn't feel this way. It's wrong. But my heart won't listen. Oh, if only I knew someone else as good as I know him. Then, maybe I could fantasize about someone else.

So many of my fantasies start with him seeing me in a new light. Noticing me, realizing what I mean to him. Clichéd, I know. But my heart won't listen. I want him to know what he means to me. Even far in the future, when I'm happily married to the perfect guy, I'll still want him. I can picture myself on my deathbed, telling him how I loved him. If he died before I could tell him, my heart wouldn't just break, (because it's already done that), it would shatter. And I'm not sure if I'd ever be able to put it back together. I don't think anyone would. It's so hard, how I know him so well, but at the same time I don't know him at all. I wish I could see him more. I wish this wall between us never existed. Trouble is, if the wall was gone, I would have never met him. He wouldn't be in my life today. And I wouldn't even know what I was missing. I think that would be even worse than this.

I'm so not that girl. I can't tell you how much I wish I was that girl. I can't even listen to Taylor Swift anymore. It messes with my head too much. Every song reminds me of him. HOW CLICHED IS THAT? Haven't you ever felt like this? You really, really, like someone, but they don't give you a second glance. They see you as nothing more than a good friend, but you see so much more. And it hurts. It hurts like the day and the night. People say the opposite of love is hate, but they're wrong. The true opposite of love is indifference. And what if I told him how I feel? It would be too easy for him to shoot me down, and nothing would ever be the same between us again.

You know, having someone you really like tell you that can be 'just friends', is like having your pet die and your parents say, "You can still keep it." I don't know. Should I tell him? Shouldn't I? I just don't. Flipping. Know. How am I supposed to know? I think…I'll tell him. If I get shot down, I'll die of a broken heart. See how THAT makes him feel. Of course, then I'd probably go to Tartarus. And every night, I'd cry over what might've been. Even if I went to Heaven, I'd still be in Tartarus. Maybe I shouldn't tell him… Oh, isn't there supposed to be someone to talk to about his stuff? I can't talk to my parents. No way in Tartarus could I talk to my parents about this.

First of all, my parents hate him. Second, I hate my parents. Third, his parents and my parents hate each other. Fourth, well, I don't need a fourth. I think I'll tell him. After all, what've I got to lose? Besides stuff like my mind and my heart. Actually, my heart's already lost. I love you, Danny.

So what'd ya think? Review and I won't send my army of alliterative dinosaurs after you.