dear stephanie,
i figured i'd start writing things down since i'm not very good at saying them aloud.
so i saw you in homeroom this morning, with your brown curls hiding that beautiful face of yours from the world. i really liked your twenty one pilots sweatshirt, too. that was sick. but i just wish i had seen more of your face. it's a shame you hide it.
i wish i could get the courage to talk to you.
you're so sweet and funny and breathtaking in all the ways i can think of, and i just want to make you feel wanted and appreciated, but you're too afraid to talk to me, and i'm sure as hell too afraid to talk to you.
i want to defend you from those asshole populars that pick on you at lunch, and i want to hold you and tell you it'll be alright when i see you forcing your tears back.
but i'm scared. you're scared.
so for now, all i can do is sit and wait for either me or you to make the first move forward.
please let it be you, because the butterfly-firecracker-mega-explosion in my stomach right now is really weighing me down.
love (hopefully yours truly one day),
colby
