I am ugly. I am a loser. I have no friends. And yet he says he loves me. Every دن I walk out of my house, go to school, and he is waiting there for me to say he loves me. To me it makes no sense. He is hansom. He is the سٹار, ستارہ football & hockey player. He is the guy all the girls want. I am a loner, a nerd, an outcast. A guy like that shouldn't be caught dead with a girl like me. All of the other students stare when he kisses me, when we walk down the hall with his arm around my shoulder, when I meet him after the football games. I love him to death and he tells me he feels the same way. He says he loves me because I'm me, because I am not afraid to be who I truly am. And who am I? I'm a straight A, chess playing, book reading, glasses wearing, long legged, computer wiz that doesn't fit in with the مقبول crowd. Everyday I ask him why, why does he love me. He always جوابات the same way, 'Because I'm who I am. And that's just the way he likes it.' At first all the students thought it was a joke when the rumor started going around that he liked me. I just thought it was another cruel trick that was form to embarrase me. I have grow used to it throughtout the years. But then people started wondering if it could possibly be true. I noticed him watching me in classes. I would walk out of the school and feel his eyes glued to me. Then...one day...I got a letter. It told me to meet at the football feild two hours after school. I knew that after two hours everyone would be gone and that was the exact reason why I was told to go then. Against my better judgment, I went. I walked out onto the field and waited. Not long after I got there did he appear from the locker room. I left myslef a lot faint. What would the caption of the football and hockey team want to meet me for? His voice was calm and soothing. He walked up to me and took me سے طرف کی the hands. His hands like massive paws compared to mine. Strong enough to throw a football and whack a hockey puck, but yet gentle enough to craddle mine. His blue eyes shining like stars, burning right though me, able to see all my emotions. He told me that he had been thinking about me. That he feels like we belong together. And truth be told.....I had been thinking about him too. We talk and talk and talk, never seeming to run out of things to say. When he kissed me then and there I felt like I had desolved into mist. His touch so gentle as he caressed my cheek and put a strand of hair behind my ear. It was my first kiss....and I will never forget it. Even now, three mouths later, I still find it shocking, that out of all the girls in our freshman class, he would pick me. Today when I asked him for the millionth time why he loved me, he had a different response. A stronger, deeper response. He told me, "Because when I look into your eyes I see the world. When I see آپ smile I see my happiness reflected. When I kiss آپ I feel like I could fly. When I'm with آپ I feel like I'm walking on air. I don't care what other people say. They don't know آپ the way I do. They don't know how wonderful and beautiful آپ are. They don't see the hidden gem that I do. If they didn't take the time to be with آپ and spend time with آپ then they are missing out on one of the best oppertuinities of their lives. آپ are the love of my life." That is when I finally understood why he loves me. And I feel the exact same way.