To The Boy Who Sits Behind Me
To the boy who sits behind me in my Economics Class:
Everyday I walk to class, I get excited to see you. You're so freakin' hot, I can't even describe it. You probably don't know my name, but I made an effort to know your name. I know it sounds creepy, but I'm crazily infatuated by you. I would confess my undying love to you but I'm more than convinced you don't like other boys...and it makes me sad.