Walking on a Dream

I ended up liking you a little bit more than I planned. It took me so long to realize because I was scared. I’ve never had anyone look at me the way you do, as more than just another girl. You notice me, nobody has before, at least not anyone worthwhile. But you, you’re sweet, kind, and smart. You made it impossible for me to not notice you, you didn’t give up on me. I just hope that you’ll remember me this summer, that when you’re back you’ll still look at me the way you did before. I don’t want our story to end, when it’s barely begun. But all I can do is wait and hope you’re not another sad story to tell of what could have been.

I miss you.