Why?
Maybe because soccer ended early and the fact that I would be shipping-off soon to a place everyone tells me to fear. I needed someone to attach myself to before I left, or maybe the fact that I had found someone that was the same as I (first time that has ever come close to happening).

She enjoys art
she knows of the sponge
enjoys dramatic quotes from movies and plays
and she seems so dang sweet

What I did?
I used my superb ability of conversation (I have the worst small talk known to man, it makes people feel like I'm putting them down and that I no-longer want to speak to them)

"She approaches and attempts to strike-up a conversation that I totally destroyed."

I wrote, I drew, I failed...
I first wrote the poem "Letter to my hidden Love" while sitting right next to her in drama, watching “West Side Story”. I drew "Fire Drill" at the very end of the year after being outside with her during a fire drill. Everyone just stood there not saying much waiting for time to pass as I stared back and forth at a tree and Keenan.

Wishes
I hear her family life like many is a little screwed-up. I wish only the best for her.

My Love
I have much love the give and I give it to all. My small talk skill and inability to express myself with spoken words keeps me from showing my love to all...

But my fingers still work...

Star gives his love to all even the unlovable...

Peace be da' jou'ney