My breath comes in short, rapid bursts…
Sweat begins to collect on my brow…
I see you sitting there, and I’m so close...
Yet…so far.
I long to reach out, grab you, make you mine.
Even if I’m nothing, a no one, an ‘It’…
I wish you could see me, just to know I exist.
I’m not just another invisible boy…
Not anymore.
I’ve made my stand, and I’ve chosen my path.
No longer am I the shy, timid boy everyone once made fun of.
Not anymore.
Now, I’m able to stand tall, be proud, and be me.
So why am I so afraid to simply sit next to you?
Surely you can’t ostracize me so quickly…
And yet, though I wear my heart on my sleeve, your eyes, though seeing, are completely blind to me.
I think, maybe, this is what love is.
Taking chances…
Living with fears.
I guess my chance will be to take that first step, my fear: to talk to you.
I know I can do it, I just need the courage.
Spare me yours?
You have plenty of it, I’m sure.
Me, I’m just another lonely boy, trying to get the one person I don’t deserve.
Surely, not all of life is this cruel…as cruel as seeing my future sitting in front of me, but not being able to reach out and take it.
Am I doomed to live in the past?
No…
I can’t. I won’t.
Now it’s time to make a stand.
It’s me against the world.
And baby.
I’m taking you with me.