making me fall is all just a part of your persona.

You're just a boy.

You're just a boy who goes to my school.

You might be a boy who's incredibly blessed in the looks department, but you're still just a boy.

So, why do you make me fall so hard?

I see you and my heart...I don't even know what happens to my heart anymore.

I don't even know how I feel about you anymore.

Because I like you.

I like you a lot.

And every now and then, the line between intense liking and love starts to blur.

And this blur usually happens when you speak to me.

I might joke to my friends about how I used to like you for so long, but I'm just lying.

Because I still do.

And I only tell my closest, closest friends who I can trust because I'm scared that you'll find out all over again.

I doubt you even remember that time two years ago when you found out.

You know, that night when you broke my heart?

I understand and comprehend why you didn't want me - you didn't know me - but it still hurt me.

At the time, I couldn't comprehend it.

Since then, I've considered myself the girl who's made a fool out of herself for you.

I don't even know whether you broke my heart.

I just know that it's made my...not love, feelings for you grow so much stronger.

And right now, I love you.

You're so...incredible.

I don't even know why.

You're gorgeous. You, are drop dead gorgeous.

I see you and I wonder how you can be so attractive.

Other boys I've liked are nothing like you.

And then you might come and talk to me.

And I'll be able to talk back normally because we're kind of friends.

But what you don't realize is that inside my heart's beating out of my chest and my stomach's filled with butterflies.

Do you do this to me on purpose because you can make a fool out of me so easily?

No, you're just lovely.

Ever since that day I met you - 2nd July 2008 to be precise - I've been thinking about you so much.

Without you, I think there'd be a big gaping gap in my life.

I might have liked other boys during the time I've liked you, but who can blame me?

I can't wait around for you forever.

I might have liked that other guy for a few weeks - but I gave up on him.

Because I liked you more.

I might have liked my almost best friend for a long time last year, and I was much happier.

But he was my almost my best friend.

And guess what? He liked me back.

And during the time I liked him, I thought I didn't like you.

That time in about November '09 when I thought 'fuck you' in my head at you and decided I was totally over you.

Until you commented on my photo.

And then my tummy started its usual routine of butterflies and I realized I'd been telling myself I was over you, when I really, really wasn't.

And I might like the other boy now.

But not even half way as much as I do you.

That was just something that started on the school trip to China and continued just because he's kind of gorgeous and funny.

And yeah, when I saw him in town today I might have had a fit inside and even started shaking a little, but if it had been you I would've been much happier.

Because I could have come and spoken to you.

I'm stuck on you and I can't find a way to move forward.

As long as you're present in my life I'm going to like you.

I'd probably still like you if you were in some freak accident and your face was...different.

If I tell myself I don't like you I'm telling lies to myself.

I lie about you enough already.

Why do you have this effect on me?

I'll tell myself you're nothing special, and then I see you - and you are.

This whole text is just me begging you to give me chance.

I know you won't ever read this, but to me it's cathartic.

And something that's great - you still haven't broke me.

Someday I'm sure you will.