10-2

I just feel dumb.

She's my friend,

but I act crazy around her.

Crazy!

After our cross-country meet,

she gave me a hug.

Said I ran an impressive race.

Said she's proud of me.

My legs didn't hurt anymore.

She doesn't like girls anyway--

She's spent all week talking about a

BOY.

When we were goofing off,

she kissed my hand.

Now all I think about is

how soft her lips are.

She complimented me.

She loves me.

At least I've got that,

even if it's as a friend.