I don’t know what I did in my life to ever deserve you. You and I are opposites in every way. You’ve got the class of a princess, the poise of a queen, the charm of a sunrise, and the friends of Regina George. You wear Chanel bags to school and vacay on a yacht in Italy. Me? I’m just the school clown—a guy who acts like a fool to earn a couple of laughs. Sometimes I push too hard just to get a reaction out of someone. I’m clumsy and awkward. I’m the one who always gets hit by a ball in P.E. I’m the one who can’t even tie his shoelaces properly. I’m the one who’s constantly falling and dropping things.

In all honesty, that’s my way of hiding vulnerabilities. I mean, it’s easier to laugh with someone when they’re laughing at you.

Your friends roll their eyes at me every time I make a joke. Your parents don’t approve of me either, but it makes you cling to my arm even harder.

If you even beckon with your finger, any guy would come crawling like a puppy—yet you save that seat on your desk for me. I don’t know why, but you always look at me as if the world doesn’t exist, as if I’m the only guy you’ve ever been in love with. And for you, I would do anything.

I asked you the other day if you’d love me until death. You just nodded at me and breathed.

You told me not to look at other girls and to keep my attention on you. But how could I not, when you’ve got everything I need? I’ve got you, and I love you. You listen to me, you see me, you laugh at my jokes, you take good care of me when I get hurt. You’re my doctor. You sneak notes to me every class. You send me cute texts every chance you get. I will never be able to forget you—especially your voice.

I don’t know what to say. Do you think she really needs me?

“How much do you think of me?” your soft voice rings through my ears as we sit at one of the lunch tables at school.

“Hm, honestly… I don’t think you ever leave my mind,” I reply.