Dear Heart

Dear Heart,

I know you beat for him. You beat every time I see him. With you beating the way you do, my mind stops working. My face feels hot, and I fear that my face is turning red. I am afraid that he will see me like that. Then, I get so nervous when I look at him; I have to pretend I didn't notice him. I am afraid he will see me staring at him, or even see my occasional glances. If he does, Heart, what will I do? What am I supposed to do? But the worst part of it is I become so sad when I see him with this pretty girl. Is he dating her? Are they just friends? Does he like her? These are the questions I ask every time I see his face. I am afraid to know the answers to them. Heart, why must you beat for him? Why must you beat for the one who rides my bus? But, Heart, why did you start beating when he annoyed me that one time? I know he's cute, but I know nothing about him. I haven't even talked to him unless it was to stop poking me. That was the biggest mistake I have made this year. I must now say good bye to you heart because I don't want to write out my thoughts and feelings anymore because you might already know the rest.

Forever yours,
A.J. Rose