Day 27...

Here it comes again.

That feeling that urges me to write about you.

You looked at me today,

I don't know whats in your mind,

the good or the bad.

But the more you look at me that way,

the more I feel bad of not being able to have you.

You are handsome and full of spirit,

I don't think you'll ever think of me in other ways,

Nothing more that than a mere girl,

Smiling back like a sicko when you look at them,

I wonder if you remember the way I smile at you,

for I remember the way you look at me.

I can't see what's in you,

for I can't look at you long,

If I did, my heart would brust.

But the best I can give to a stranger like you,

is my smile.

Treasure it.