I'm not pretty, I never knew I had to be.  Until I met you, you were sitting beside me, and I didn't notice anything, not your charming smile, your beautiful voice..anything.  Just that you were Paul and you were in my chorus class.  The first time I talked to you was in Civics, I asked a simple "Why don't you talk?" I guess you didn't hear me, you just got up and ran out as the bell rang.  You were so smart, and I just couldn't compare.

Bryan was getting a little touchy with me, so I asked to be moved, in front of you, and also beside the most hateful girls ever, but I learned to ignore them.  I turned around and told you out bluntly "I will make you talk" and you laughed and told me so many people had told you that before, you didn't know I hate lying, so I would try my best to make it come true.  So slowly and surly we talked.  Or well, I talked and you nodded.  But it was all good.  I got to know so much about you, and I realized who you were.  You were Paul, and it was amazing to feel like I know someone again.  So I began to talk to you in Chorus also.

I already told you I loved the way you sing, but I didn't tell you that I don't sing just so I can hear your voice, and the girl who started talking about your butt, was me, Nicky just joined in.  So I messed up sometimes, but I know that I won't mess up again.  I don't want to beg, and I don't want to freak you out, but if only you knew, if only you understood...but then again somethings are only how you let them be...I just wanted to tell you, I really like you.