Dear Chresanto,
You never look at me like you do her. You never notice me. You don't know how i feel or how much i feel for you. I spend my days studying you, and my nights lying awake dreaming of you. I spend my time writing about you. I waste my tears and pour my heart out. I know you will never love me. I've been hallucinating, seeing things i shouldn't. And it seems so real, but its never there. August, When will you notice me? I am your star. But you never look up at the sky.
- Your Star.
I fold the note up, and slip it into his locker. I sigh, place my bag on my shoulder and walk off to class. I contemplate on going back, but its too late. The bell rings, so i take a seat Watching him read the note through the class door. There's no going back.
[Picture of Autumn in media]
