Pedestals.

There is a girl at my school. She's in the year below mine. I like her.

She is beautiful.

she cares about no one.

she wears glasses that are pink.

I could write a million things about her, but i don't know her.

and to be honest i don't want to.

would you like to know why? well i will tell you: I'm afraid.

I'm afraid that maybe she won't be what i imagined her to be.

Doesn't that always seem to happen in this silly world?

You put something on this high pedestal and it somehow finds a way to get torn down.

So for now, i will let my imagination amuse me.

I won't learn her name. 

I wont listen to the way she talks.

I wont even ask her what her favorite color might be.

I won't know her.

Because i like living in a world that doesn't exist.

And i like my pedestal.