Potentiality knocks on the door of my heart.

She was cute and funny; boy was she smart.

Just not someone anybody would picture me adoring.

We laughed about the little things, talking with her is never boring.

I can’t believe she would become someone I think the world of.

In my heart I can see us fitting perfectly. Just like a glove.

I’d like to picture us together watching the sunset

Talking about our uninteresting lives, and how she doesn’t like a vinaigrette

Her and I, frolicking through the sand.

But would anyone else understand?

When we’re talking I feel like i’m in first-class.

But she’s just someone I see in my class.