he's just a boy, i tell myself
but how can just a boy make me so happy like i am?
i like him, maybe too much for my own liking.
but i really can't help it.
i hate when he puts himself down, or when he says he's not pretty.
thats a huge lie.
i love his eyes and his laugh.
also the way he talks.

but im scared.
im scared to confess...