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Here goes...

I stand alone in the rain, staring up at her window from beneath the brim of my hat. The dull 'pit pit' sound of the rain smacking the pavement relentlessly is all that I hear. I've been out here for almost two hours now, waiting, longing. I caught a glimpse of her before; as she stood in the window; in nothing but her panties. I smiled. She had looked right at me, though she did not know that I was there, standing just outside of the light given off by the street lamp. She was three floors up but i could still see her eyes, those big brown eyes. I would go up to her, but she doesn't even know how I feel, does she? I know everything about her; she's gorgeous and way out of my league. We've known each other for a very long time, shared the highs and lows of our teenage years together. I'm twenty years old now and I'm still the 'best friend', she doesn't see me any other way. And I love her. Is that so wrong? Yes I could go up and see her, but I'm still only a best friend. How can I be more? How could I be more? Shes hot and fresh, a livewire and me....well I'm just me. Plain. Boring. Deadbeat. If there was anything in the world worth having it would be her.
With one last look, I begin my walk home.