Notice me, Juliet.

Dear Juliet,

You don't know me. But we've met quite a few times. Passing by each other in the halls of our dear school. Subtle eye contacts, that lasts less than a second.

When I first saw you, I can't believe I missed your perfect smile. Because that smile of yours is what made me want to live for another day. That was exagerrated, but I can't put into words what your smile made me feel.

From then on, I searched for you until I found your profile. We had a lot in common; music, belief, movies, etc.

I tried talking to you. I blame my awkward and drunk self for ruining that. I'm sorry if that conversation made me look desperate. But I am. I am desperate to get to know you more, that I ended up ruining it before it even get started. It was a "Hi." that ended with a seen.

You are unreachable to me. You seem to live in a different world than I. 'Can I even have a place in your life?' was the question I asked myself.

Then I decided to let it go. Move on with my life. But for some very odd reason, I can't seem to get you out of my mind. And it's actually killing me inside, a little bit.

So Juliet, if you're reading this, which I doubt you would. I just want you to know some things; I'm dying to get to know you. I want to comfort you when you're in your lowest. I want to take care of you when your sick. I want to be a part of your life so bad. But I guess it won't happen today, or the next day. That's why I'm letting all these feelings go for now.

Someday, hopefully, when we passed each other again, in a different place. I hope, I have enough courage to talk to you personally. Oh, how I wish to spend this coming Valentine's day with you.

But for now, I'll indirectly write this letter for you Juliet.

             Admiring you from a distance, Yours Truly.