Target...

Dear Target of My Teenage Hormonal Rage,

I don't think I love you, it's really only a strong attraction. A really strong attraction. I can't help but glance your way every so often, to remember the good times. Even if we're only friends, that's enough for me. Though, a girl can dream, can't she? I know it won't ever happen, but I can't help but remember your face, the way you smile, and the sound of your voice. I'll see you around. While I am quietly wishing you'd notice me...