What will you be poem

I get really nervous every time i say something to him. I feel like i am going to say something stupid. I don't know what to do. I need advice. I have tried to put notes in his locker, he doesn't care. I really like him I do want him to know, but do I even dare. I am in 5th grade, and I like this guy. He considers me a friend, but for me, he's the best. Some girls in my school said that he broke up with his ex to be with me, but I really don't know.

When my friends ask me if I like him, I say no, but truly yes, I do really like him. Oh my gosh. You have no idea. This is exactly what I'm going through with a girl! I've known her for about four years and we've been great friends. I hate to admit it, but she has always been really close to me deep down and I've started to like her. I really love this boy. He sits right across from me, and I so relate to this. I was passing notes to my best friend, and he was watching, and then my best friend said, "He's weird and is a nerd," and then she looked at him.

Now he thinks I have no interest in him. He was my classmate since grade 1, but this year, nearly after 8 years, I noticed him the way I never did, but he looks at me as a friend probably because I still can't express my feelings to him but he should feel them.

I have known my crush for a long time, since middle school. Now I am a sophomore and he is a junior. Sometimes when I am talking to him, I feel like I might explode if I can't tell him how I feel right that second. I know he doesn't like me though. He has asked out 2 girls since I've liked him, and he thinks of me as a friend. I still really want to tell him though.

I'm just scared of what will happen after. This is the same thing that's happening to me, but don't ever give up. Just be who you are and never change for nobody. This poem describes exactly the way I feel. I really like this guy, and we've known each other for about five years now and have become 'friends' I guess in the past three years. He went to my primary elementary school, but this year we started high school and we're at different ones.

About a week ago we started texting each other and talking over the phone, sometimes with some other people. I really like him, but I feel like if I told him what I felt it would destroy our friendship. I've translated this poem into Bengali. Bengalized Bengali Translation by Rahman Henry. Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge Previous Poem.

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