you are a boy.
We are close.
Not close enough for it to be love,
but close enough for use to be friends.
Our friendship so strong,
yet so fragile.
I hope to see a smile on your face.
But most of the time,
you aren't smiling at me,
your smiling at other people.
You don't treasure my friendship as much as you should.
Because I'm always here.
But after you are done
flirting, chatting and froliking,
you say "hey" and that's it.
Some days we are really good friends.
We gossip, we chat, we pair up on projects.
And those days are the best.
I guess I'm just jealous.
Author Notes: Ok people from my school, don't get any ideas. No! don't try to guess the boy. Nope stop all those thoughts. ;D