It makes me even sicker, when I hear somebody say, "oh, there's nothing I can do, to make any of this go away!"

I know a certain girl. She is a pretty girl with a pretty name and a pretty voice. She is thin and has brown hair and if you want to know what her voice sounds like think of the sound the wind makes in the trees. She is polite and she smiles gently if our eyes meet.

I've never kissed this girl, but once I had a dream about it. Secretly I think she wouldn't ever like me, but when we talk, my breath still catches and I drop things.