Yet again

Yet again you made me blush, in the middle of class no less. The teacher looked at me funny and just smirked, not saying a word but knowing something, knowing so much more about young love. Even though we weren't allowed to pass notes in class you still did, and got me in trouble for it too. I could have told the teacher, ratted you out,  gotten you in trouble. It would have  saved me the pain of the lectures my parents gave me about obeying the teacher.

But yet again I didn't. I couldn't, not when you little notes were the only thing getting me through the day.  I don't remember when you started passing me notes, or even why me, you could have passed it to the girl sitting on your right, but for some reason you choose me. 

Yet again you passed me a note, making me wince, telling me about how you cheated on your girlfriend with her best friend, and how you were going to "fix it". 

And yet again, I still hope. Hope that someday we could be friends again. I mean I've liked you for over three, no, four years. There was the one time you held my hand, I nearly cried tears of joy. Or that other time, in the back of the car alone, when you tried to make me blush. I'm blushing now just thinking of the things you did. And then there was the one time in class you told me I was pretty, and I couldn't think straight.

But, yet again, there comes these times that you tell me how you would never be friends with a bitch like me, or when you say that you value our friendship. Your more confusing than a girl on her period.

So here I am, yet again complaining to the internet about my crush, well in real life I can bearly talk to you, I don't think anything could ever happen between us...

But, maybe 

Just maybe.

We could be friends.

That would be enough for me.