That girl...that quiet girl with the oddest additude, just stayed laying there, looking up into the warm, summer, night sky from her blacktop driveway.

'That counts three,' she thought. 'shooting stars that is.'

She took a breath and began to speak.

"I think about you all the time you know. I'll walk around a corner in the hallway, and there you are. Do you notice that I stop suddenly in my tracks when I look at you? No, no of course you wouldn't. I'm so incredibly below your status." She hiccups.

The night sky seemed to expand before her eyes.

"I'd give anything to be with you. As soon as I met you, I felt something. My heart felt like there was a burn on it. Not a painful burn mind you, but a pleasureable burn. Even Sarah noticed how I act around you. She says: 'Don't give up if your heart is telling you to not let him go!' What do I have to say to that? Ha. You'd never love me anyway.

She swallows the lump in her throat. "It like I wake up everyday, and it's so gray out. Then the next day it get's grayer and grayer and eventually it feels like it can't get any grayer, but it always does. Then the grayest day of your life just so happens to be Valentine's Day. You look at all the gray around you, then to your wrists. Suddenly it hits you. 'Hey! I should slit them just to see some color.' And it works...."

Her eyes close.