Dear Boy in The Back of History,
A small piece of me dies everyday knowing that you’ll only know me as “the girl who sits in the front of my History class.” You’ll never know the real me, only the back of my head.
I’m not the kind to stand up and say what I feel. In fact, I’m the exact opposite. I would rather hide away in my shell and watch the world around me. So I guess you never knowing who I am isn’t totally your fault. Just know that every second, of every minute, I am thinking of you. The boy who makes the class erupt in laughter at the corny jokes that slip from your mouth. The boy who is passionate about the future and regrets none of the past. The boy who caught my eye on the first day of school two years ago. I was scared and had no one to call a “friend.” Things have changed since then. I’ve made friends, and I’ve tried to move on.
Although I am not one of the millions of things you probably think about everyday, I am the girl who will always be on the sidelines waiting for what her heart truly desires: you.
With all of my unknown affection,
Girl in The Front of History
