TONIGHT i saw a shooting star, the little voice said, make a wish and i did. i made the same wish i always do. I always wish for you. i wished you loved me. i mouthed the words. but what i really meant when i thought that thought was i wish. that the boy i have dreamt of and imagined in my arms. who has spoken only twice to me and i've caught him looking back. he who is perfect to no one but me, i know it. teeth aren't strait, dark brown feathered hair. his big brown eyes that don't look the exact same way. i want all of him with his football pants tan below the knee. the way he laughs i have memorized; i stop breathing when he speaks.
the raaaaaaage, he bellows, and i get a bit faint. i wish he dreamt of me as i do him; wish he thought of me the way i do him. I wish he wanted me the way i want him- i want him so, so bad. that he got nervous when he was near to me. I always act so protective of him. Georgia wore his jersey at the game and i accidently swore at her. no one popular knows i'm obbsessed with him. drawn to him and surprisingly his brothers too. I'm a stalker i'll admit it. a crazy chick who watches you. it's because i'm in love with him that i wished for him tonight.
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