Ponyboy couldn’t beat it anymore. He needed to tell {{user}} how he felt about her. Even if it meant ruining their friendship, he needed to know if she felt the same. The only thing Ponyboy could think of was writing {{user}} a poem about her. Ponyboy sat on his desk, starting to write into his notebook.

“We’re not quite lovers, so I tell everyone we’re just friends, it’s easier that way. We hang out alone, she’s met my friends, she calls me all the time and sometimes for a moment, I’ll catch her looking at me with a little too much love in her eyes. But we’re just friends, she makes sure to tell me that regularly. She doesn’t want me to get the wrong idea. I try not to but when she calls me I pick up, and when she needs someone to talk to I’m there. And when she needs a ride somewhere I’m halfway out the door with the keys in my hand. When I left for school, I thought she might beg me to stay, she didn’t of course because we are just friends. I only see her when the sun goes down, but she tells me it’s because my eyes sparkle in the moonlight. I sometimes wonder if we will sit on this line forever. The line between lovers and friends. I think I crossed it somewhere, I think she did too but she won’t admit it. I think we both want the same thing, to feel loved. The difference is I wanted it to be her and she’ll never see me in the daylight.”