When I look at you my heart jumps into my chest and melts into thick crimson liquid that runs through my veins. Your gentle touch and beautiful face looks heavenly. You joke with your friends and softly tease me. You have no idea, but I love you. All you see when you look at me is an adolescent little girl who still needs to grow out of her baby fat. I'm sorry boy, that I'm not your perfect girl. But is it fair that you're my prince but I'm not your princess?