How can things be difficult? How do you know when someone likes you? Certainly not me. I had no idea when it happened. Suddenly I found myself thinking about you, everyday, every time my thoughts kept spinning to you. But what was I suppose to know.
I wish my parents had been right about being a kid. They tell me that I have it easy, that being a kid is all right. Only worrying about homework, field trips, a science project, getting ready for school, doing nothing except playing and having fun. Well is not, if you ask me, is not easy being a kid. And now that I am twelve is certainly not that great, and not so wonderful. But I wish my parents had been right about this though, that kids don't know nothing about love. That when you are a kid you do not fall in love, that kids don't know that because they aren't mature or "are too young to know," as my mom told me once a long time ago. Well she told me just a few days ago, but how was I suppose to know mom was wrong. Now I think that love thing has hit me, and I keep doing things that make no sense to me. I just don't have a clue as to what I am doing. Here I am about to ride a bicycle, on a hill, in the middle of the night, and you are there watching, and I am doing this to impress you. To prove to you how I feel, and I don't know how to even ride a bicycle. This is what this love thing does, it's sending me to do many things that I don't have a clue as to why I do them....
But just wait and see I will show you that you are wrong about everything and that I do like you, and every day I like you even more, and that this card that I still have in my pocket, all crumbled is for you, and for no one else.
