( One day, I had seen a girl move into to town. She had high spirits and was not all that bad looking. Well, that girl, that was you. At first I didn't really like you, but as you came to see me and my brother, I soon fell for you. I made a terrible mistake, you know, loving you. Because it only broke my heart. You didn't love me. You loved my brother. I still had hope, though. That you, the pretty new girl, would love me too. That was another mistake. That I had hope. How was I supposed to know, that this hope, was the thing that would tear me apart? When you came to visit, I should've realised something sooner- You weren't coming to see me. You were coming to see my brother. You broke me. You tore me apart. You made me want to never love again. Maybe it was because I loved you so much... So I guess I'm blaming myself here. Not you or my brother. But myself. I never should've loved you. I never should've kept it a secret. I should've told somebody how I felt. But I guess teenagers are like this. They don't share their feelings, and eventually their feelings kill them. I guess I'm not any different. Well, today you came in with a Blue Feather. You gave it to me, and said to hide it. At this moment, I knew it was all over. I would never get you. So now, I'm watching behind a window. Watching you two laugh. Having fun. Watching my brother's surprised look as you propose. And feeling even more heartbroken inside. At this very moment, you're asking me why I am crying. This I would like to, but never reply: "It's because I love you." )
