i’ve liked you since my freshman year, since you walked into geometry. everyday i think about you, everytime i see a couple i think of you and what we could be. you would never choose me over the other girls you know, which is fine. everytime i’m in a room full of people i try and find you, hoping that i’ll find you looking at me. i tried to tell you once, you never opened it. everytime i see the number 85 on the football field i’ll think of you and what i wished we could’ve been.