I'm
tired of
having to pretend that
I'm not in love with him.
It's
not as easy as it sounds, going
through life, every day, making
believe that you don't feel
anything
for him, nothing at all. At school, it
kills me not to stare at him until he
disappears from sight. It takes
everything I have not to run up to
him and ask him the question that's
been eating away at me ever since
I
first saw him:
"Do you love
me?"
