"What does love feel like? How do I feel about him?" I ask myself as I sit down on my bed comfortably. I bring out my tablet. "I wonder if he likes me." I say outloud as I begin to write about my feelings. I'm writing a poem to him, but one I will never show him. Tap tap tap. Words are filling the page and a poems is left standing. (This is a decribtion about myself and what I did when I wrote this)