Missing You

Ok... bear with me here... i am going to play out the situation and make it into a poem-like story.

The first time I ever met you I thought you were a snob. You and your friends stuck up your noses to the new girl. 
That first time I saw you, I couldn't believe my eyes.
How could someone like this be so nice.
I was scared to get on that bus, about to carry me so far from home... for the first time since I went home.

All of these people I didn't know, why were they being so nice to me? Thats when I knew I had you all wrong.

That first night when I was all alone,
you stepped up to the plate.
I was so suprised I couldn't hide... you liked me for me... Brittany. The tomboy Brittany.
But there was no way for you and me.

I will never forget the next day, when I was a part of history.
That volleyball tournament was a ball and watching you try was too.
But the one thing I will never forget, is
"I can't move."

The Leap of Faith, cleverly named, was a trick I played on you...
but in the end I could see, the joke was on me...
but you didn't care...
you satyed with me.

There was one thing that was common knowledge,
that you had a girl.
I was a friend... condemned to like and never tell.


One thing I didnt know, until I got back home... is that you really liked me more than your girl.

Today I still feel bad for this girl...
what she must have thought.
But now that we are together I can see.
All I can do... is sit here...
Missing You.