I feel invisble. I notice you, I stare into your eyes and wonder " am I really that transparent?". I dont think you see me, notice me, or even know i exsist. Yet i hold a tiny shred of hope that maby just maby you see me and feel the same way i do. That you feel the same spark, that every time you see me you get butterflies too. But everyday that goes by I start loosing that little bit of hope. Maby someday you will feel the same way I do. Until then i will try and build that hope back up.