"Dear Derek,   I hate the way you look at me I hate it when you laugh at me I hate the way you call my bluffs And I hate it when you spend money on me I hate your undecisiveness I hate the way you always understand I hate it when you're passive I hate it when you're positive And I hate your encouraging smile I hate it when you give me comfort I hate it when you use chivarly I hate the way you hold my hand Or even when you hold me And I hate it when you can't look at me I hate it when you say you'll never leave And I hate it when you have to work I hate it when you speak Spanish I hate it when you are gone And the fact that you're a genious I hate it when you walk away And I hate the way you drive I hate your every interest I hate it when you make me laugh Or even worse when you make me cry But most of all I hate the fact I DON'T HATE YOU! Not even close. Not even a little bit. Not even at all. ______________________________________________ Thinkin' of you.... Waking up in the morning Getting ready for school Thinking of you... Walking in the halls Between every class Thinking of you... Talking in class with friends Supposed to be doing homework Thinkin' of you... Watching you walk away on the street Walking home alone in the rain Thinkin' of you... Dancing, singing, watching TV Eating, writing in my journal Thinkin' of you... Laying in bed, looking up at the ceiling Wishing I could sleep, smiling a little Can't help but think of you... (Then it starts all over again the next morning) ______________________________________________ Tangents to that: Staring out the window on a bus Watching a Cinderella story Mesmorized by Prince Charming Definately thinkin' of you... Clinging to a sweater, comfort The familiar smell, soothing Close my eyes, fall asleep Thinking & smelling you.... ______________________________________________ "I begged you not to go. I begged you; I pleaded. Claimed you as my only hope. Watch the floor as you retreated..." Love, Me