i'm starting to think that the only person that understood the poem was Lisa. I'm not writing about a boy... there is no point in telling him how i feel! There is no boy! grrrrr..... it's a girl that is so lonely that she makes up this guy and she's waiting to see him, but he's not real! the only question is wheather or not she is insane! there is NO guy! ... so how can i tell him how i feel if there is no boy! grrr... Thank you Lisa, at least you understood the idea of it. ... I miss being able to be with my friends and a boy. Right now it's more like one or the other. Holding my own hand because there is no one to hold it for me. I miss the innocence of things