January 29
Well, another day has come and gone without my true love knowing of the passion that I
hold inside.
This morning, I got to school and there she was -- yelling at Arnold. He's so lucky, and he
doesn't know it. I would love to get that kind of attention from Helga, regardless of her hostility. The
most I get from her is a punch in the face. How the punches hurt my nose and warm my heart strangely.
At lunch, she yelled at him again about him food, and she yelled once more after school. Both in the cafeteria and in an alley after school I followed Helga when she went off after barraging Arnold with insults. She usually leaves the crowd after doing that. As always, I intended to try to talk to her, hoping she'd see something in me that she liked. Instead, I wussed out again and could only breathe heavily as she apologized and professed her love to a picture of Arnold in a heart-shaped frame. How I wish to be the one in the frame! Perhaps Arnold could be the one for once with unrequited true love for my darling, blonde-haired, uni-browed Helga. Such passion she holds, and such passion I hold for her. I wish she knew. I wish I had the courage to tell her. I wish I would linger behind her once and hear her profess love to me.
I will keep her love for Arnold a secret, of course. I keep my own a secret so far. But does SHE intend to tell one day? Will I ever really tell? Will she ever know that I have filled seven
journals with professions of love for her and that I have built a shrine to honor her? I've plucked the grass she's walked on, saved shirts with the stains of her chocolate milk, pilfered a lock of her hair. Someday she'll know. I just wish I had the strength to make her know now.
I, the victim of unrequited love
Spell love not L-O-V-E
For love is not love to me
It is not a youthful, vivid garden or a lone, ivory dove
L-O-V-E is obsolete.
The one who gives me a heart in lack...y
Is my darling, my dear, Helga Pataki
Perhaps one day we'll meet
Somewhere along the street
You will learn about me
I say how I love thee
and happily ever after we shall be; we'll live on a farm next to a sheep with a funny bleat.
- Brainy
Well, another day has come and gone without my true love knowing of the passion that I
hold inside.
This morning, I got to school and there she was -- yelling at Arnold. He's so lucky, and he
doesn't know it. I would love to get that kind of attention from Helga, regardless of her hostility. The
most I get from her is a punch in the face. How the punches hurt my nose and warm my heart strangely.
At lunch, she yelled at him again about him food, and she yelled once more after school. Both in the cafeteria and in an alley after school I followed Helga when she went off after barraging Arnold with insults. She usually leaves the crowd after doing that. As always, I intended to try to talk to her, hoping she'd see something in me that she liked. Instead, I wussed out again and could only breathe heavily as she apologized and professed her love to a picture of Arnold in a heart-shaped frame. How I wish to be the one in the frame! Perhaps Arnold could be the one for once with unrequited true love for my darling, blonde-haired, uni-browed Helga. Such passion she holds, and such passion I hold for her. I wish she knew. I wish I had the courage to tell her. I wish I would linger behind her once and hear her profess love to me.
I will keep her love for Arnold a secret, of course. I keep my own a secret so far. But does SHE intend to tell one day? Will I ever really tell? Will she ever know that I have filled seven
journals with professions of love for her and that I have built a shrine to honor her? I've plucked the grass she's walked on, saved shirts with the stains of her chocolate milk, pilfered a lock of her hair. Someday she'll know. I just wish I had the strength to make her know now.
I, the victim of unrequited love
Spell love not L-O-V-E
For love is not love to me
It is not a youthful, vivid garden or a lone, ivory dove
L-O-V-E is obsolete.
The one who gives me a heart in lack...y
Is my darling, my dear, Helga Pataki
Perhaps one day we'll meet
Somewhere along the street
You will learn about me
I say how I love thee
and happily ever after we shall be; we'll live on a farm next to a sheep with a funny bleat.
- Brainy
