....Never a participant. I'm always in the background, wishing, waiting, praying for that one chance to see her, talk to her. I'm graced with her presence for an hour and a half every weekday in drama class, but still, my heart is not satiated. Every time we change classes, I glance behind me, praying I see her when she's at her locker. She has a boyfriend I know, but a heart can dream. I find myself wishing a terrible thing. I wish her boyfriend would break up with her, so I could be with her. I watch her laugh and talk to her friends during lunch, thanking whoever's up there that I can at least see her a little bit. I'll walk down the hall, and like the gracious creature she is, she'll occasionally nod and smile to me; my soul flies and my heart sings. She noticed me and saw me. But alas, I know it can never be. She a prep, a princess, a goddess, whichever fitting adjective you choose; myself, a goth/punk/whatever, a knave, a mere mortal, dirt, scum, whatever description, I am not good or pure enough to divine her presence.