When I see your face, the butterflies in my gut go crazy. They make me smile and want to run in circles and jump up in joy. Even though I feel happy, sometimes I find I cry, I cry at the fact that your not mine. I cry when I realize that you'll never be mine. I realize that when you look at me, you don't want to jump up in joy, you see a girl, no one special, just some girl. But when I watch you, watching her, I see it in your eyes, I see that feeling I always get, yet it's not for me, it's for her. When I lie in bed crying, I ask myself why I can't be her? Why can't I have beautiful blond hair, a perfect body and be a super hero, and then I laugh and sleep and cry and sleep some more. Sometimes I wish that someday you'll look past her beauty and look at me with those eyes and you'll hold me tight and I'll kiss you and you'll kiss me and we'll be together, and never let go for that would be painful to our souls. So we'll sit and hold each other for as long as the sun goes up and down and the rain falls from the sky, we'll be together.