To the Girl Who Barely Knows Me

To the girl who barely knows me,

Hi, I don't need to tell you my name, and you don't need to tell me yours.

But I do need to tell you that every time I've ever made you laugh, making you laugh was my only goal.

I do need to tell you that if I had to fall as anything, I would be your hair, because I know I'd always fall on your perfect shoulders.

I do need to tell you that every time I look at your freckles, I map out the constellations and try to predict my future. Hopefully, my future involves me picking you up at 7 this friday.

I do need to tell you that you have great endurance. You walk through the hallways at school and you run through my mind, all at the same time.

I do need to tell you that that will not be the last corny pick up line you ever hear from me.

I do need to tell you that you have a certain type of eyes. Not the eyes that are comparable to a sunrise, or fireworks, or a thousand smiles exploding into butterflies in my stomach. Your eyes are my alarm clock that wakes me up early enough to fix my hair so that hopefully you'll think I'm handsome. Your eyes are the reason I stumble on my words like my shoelaces that fall out of my shoe because I never tie them. 

I'd tell you all these things, but you don't know me that well. You do know my name, and that's a start.

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