I doubt you'll ever realize that this string tied around my wrist is because it remind me of you. You look me in the eye and think "she wants to kiss me", but really I'm dieing to say "I love you". I show you an occasional poem, but never all the ones about you. And you know all the times you ask me what I'm thinking ad i say, "I forgot"? Half the time I'm lying becuase I'm thinking of you and don't want to admit it.