I hate valentines day. I mean I appreciate my girlies at school because their the bomb, but HE is all that seems to matter. My mom was talking about spring break, and what shows we were seeing, and I actually did not care because all i could think about is him. Why can't/don't I just move on. Seriously, three years is LONG ENOUGH. But when I think about tonights game, I don't think about how fun the halftime dance felt, or cheering for the winning girls, or feeling sorta sad a/b the boys losing, and then seeing him with her. I can't take it. My body started to ache. I had to get out of there. Nothing else mattered, I really needed out. I decided to just walk into the hall and get a sip of water, I'd feel better then, right? After the game, he passed me but of course he didn't speak to me. As he passed me, I just prayed to God 'please let him say hey, or just glance my way or anything', but it didn't happen. It hurts more than I can describe. And I hate to be so dramatic and emo and stuff, but I can't help it. I love him. I know everyone else is like 'oh you're 15, it's a crush, you're too young to fall in love, etc' but honestly..I truly know I'm in love with him, believe it or not. We're perfect for eachother. We truly our. You should see the picture of us in 7th grade. We match up so well. He's the jock, I'm the cheerleader. I know that sounds shallow, but I promise that is not the reason I like him. And everyone tells me to get over it. Well I can't. I've tried I promise. I think it's highly impossible that I will ever get over him. And it's even more impossible that he'll ever feel anything for me.