I think about tou every moment, every day. I go class to class, only looking and waiting for you to get there. I listen to you, everything that you do. You’re so talented, able to do so much with so little time. I wish that I was jealous, but instead I’ve fallen madly in love with you without ever letting a word of it slip. I can barely take it anymore.

I listen to you play piano almost every day, and still I wait to hear it again. I don’t think I’ll ever get the courage to say a thing to you, no matter who I tell. Some people have told me to raise my standards. Others say I have no chance. It’s so difficult to say “We would be perfect for eachother” without knowing who you are personally, but that’s how I feel.

_J