This is based on me and a person. REAL LIFE. Just a diary like thing.
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My heart squeezes everytime I see a picture of him. Thinking of how much he is out of my league. No matter what I do, I'll probably never be pretty enough. I haven't talked to him, but really, I do love him. I found out his father died a month back. Every time I look at his pretty face and think of the tears that must've rolled down them, I feel pain. I just wish that he knew me. Maybe he'd come to me and cry on my shoulder. But now, after a few months, I know he's too good for me. I'm going to, instead of hanging about and stalking him basically, give up. I'm going to let things be. Should he like me, well. I'd be overjoyed. I'd cry of joy. If not... I'll have my broken heart to take his place.