three

The real story is,
He met her a few years ago,
And he was blown away.
At first glance,
She was a new girl in the class.
At second glance,
She was a bullet to the heart, and
She permeated his mind,
The girl he has waited since second grade to find.
As much as he didn't want her to be the one,
As much as he wanted her out of his head,
He knew she was there to stay, and
He knew why.
And she knows he loves her, but
She isn't interested.
He doesn't know her screenname,
If she even has one, but
He has looked, and
Every quote in every profile,
He adds the person to his list,
In hopes that someday,
She might be the one quoted.
And every time he enters a room,
His eyes subconsciously glance over the crowd,
Even if he's in another city,
Another state,
Just to check if she's there.
And she knows he loves her, but
She isn't interested.
She's it, and
He knows it.
In ways he has never explained,
He knows it.
He would do anything,
Just to have a chance,
Just to sit together in the grass and stare at a darkening sky.
And she knows he loves her, but
She isn't interested.
She is beautiful,
Beautiful beyond imagining.
He needs to stare, and
He needs that tingling, and
So often that pain,
When he does.
He's a writer, but
Her face is above words,
Above descriptions.
And she knows he loves her, but
She isn't interested.
He stands at her doorway, and
A feeling comes up in him, and
When she gets to the door,
His heart lurches, and
Suddenly there is nothing to be said.
To see her face is all he wants.
He hasn't even gotten to know her,
Walls stand between them,
Walls that no one has tried to tear down before, but
He has to try,
He has to push as hard as he can.
And she knows he loves her, but
She isn't interested.
He remembers everything about her,
He remembers so much more easily when it's her.
Her license plate number is imprinted on his mind, and
Even though he can always pick out her car,
Even without the license plate number,
His heart lurches whenever he sees that model,
That color.
And she knows he loves her, but
She isn't interested.
There are things about him,
Things that he thinks a girl would want.
But apparently,
He is confused,
Or maybe she is confused,
Maybe she doesn't know what she is looking for.
And he awaits the day the lights would slow, and
She would look at him, and
He would look back into her eyes as he always wanted to.
And she knows that he loves her, but
She isn't interested.

So dreamgirl, it's about time you know.

[Ok, so that's not how my letter went, but oh well]
[That is how I felt, how I feel]