Will she? Or will she not?

It’s this year of life, teenage has ended and, I now have started to look up to life, as the game of toil and reward.
The more you do, the more you get..
That’s what one discerns, in these vital years, little education and a lot of lessons..
And then, for the sake of sharing secrets, and for the sake of holding hands, we start looking for an aide, be it a diary, an animal, the wall in front, or a human we love.
To be wheedled is a funny thing, you lose yourself in them, and the subject of yours is just as busy as they ever were.
Of course, mine happens to be a girl, maybe it’s too early to name things, but I  can’t define love any better.
That one smile, is what I can fight the world for.
As she happens to be the unsurpassed one,
And I don’t embellish, for if you see her once, you’ll certainly know why.
And I ain’t that cool, ain’t that handsome either.
Well, mom says I am, but certainly not, not to be with the prettiest female around.
She’s way out of my league. 
But, maybe if I think about her all the time, text constantly, call at odd hours, don’t get bothered by ill replies, and be the one availiable, maybe just maybe, she’ll fall for me.

For I wanna live in that parallel universe, where somehow, as improbable as it may seem, she ends up with me.
Not because I feel things, but because I know for sure, she’d never happen to find a better cavalier.

Dear You, let’s please be us..