He does not know how i feel about him and the way he makes me feel. Everytime i think of him i get nervous, when i see him i feel sick and when i talk to him, it feels like its just us. <br /> <br />Some may call it love, some may call it sickness, but i have no idea what it is. When i try to investigate i find nothing, it's like looking at a white blank sheet of paper. I hope that someday that i will find out what it is. <br /> <br />But i have no idea how he feels, does he hate, like, love or cannot stand me, but if we become friends, i will be happy, but extremely depressed if we become enemies, but if he goes out with someone else, i shall not be sad, as he would be happy, and thats all i want.<br /><br />emma hannon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-will-never-know/
