We meet in the third grade or at least I think we did. I never really noticed you much.

Now it seems like I we only meet a year ago. How we grew and became closer. Now I have even grown to love you more than anyone before.

You are perfect in every way but to others you are nothing. They attacked you at your core and changed you from who you once were.

Now you hold back your true feeling, the really you. One day I hope I can come to fully understand the you.

I wonder if it would ever work out.