What is it about آپ that I find so appealing? Your smile? Your laugh? Your humor? What about your wittiness? What is it...? I don't know. But when I get the guts to ask you, I will. But for now, I'm a shadow in your past. Because when I go, the empty نشست اگلے to آپ will be but a reminder. So will the echo of my laugh in the gymnasium. ‘Cause when I’m gone, not much left, آپ won’t see me in the hallways, laughing as I pass. Staring at آپ as I walk down the hall اگلے to you. آپ never noticed, I guess اگلے time, I’ll drop bigger hints. ‘Cause when I’m gone, my eyes wont shine as blue as they do right now. My smile won’t be as bright. And when I look across from me, I won’t see آپ smiling and laughing. آپ are so cool, and I’m not. And yet, I don’t get, why I like you. Why I feel the way I do. So when I’m gone, آپ won’t miss me probably, but I won’t be able to get آپ out of mind. When I don’t see you, I’ll feel empty. Incomplete, miserable, desolation, anguish, distress, sorrow, grief, and suffering will overcome me. But I’ll think of you, and a smile will come to my face. I’ll smile….