Varvie17 wrote this lovely piece which is highly relatable to many people. I really enjoyed reading it, and I could almost picture myself in the same position as the main character.

I am a girl.

I live a boring, mundane life.

It's grey.

I wake up and do what everyone does.

The typical.

I walk to school. Everything is still grey.

And then I see him- my crush, my love, my everything.

He is like a light to me. A bright, bright, light to me. A light that illuminates the dark and brings colour to the grey.
I run after him- but he slams the door in my face.

To him I am nothing- a grey dot in his mundane life.

I love him. He hates me.

But I still have hope.

I open the door, to chase after him, and see that he's with a friend.

He has many, many friends. But I know every one of them.

This one he is with now is the football boy- and then there's the I-know-it-all boy, and the one who won't fall boy.

Too confident for their own good.

They turn and walk up the stairs.

I turn after them. Craning my neck, I see that they are one flight up.

I hurry after them.

I only glimpse his bag and his head, turning away from me.

One flight up from me.

I follow- follow the light, the colour, the love of my life.

Wheezing, I reach the end and look.

One flight up.

I try to run- but I trip and I slide.

I call his name- but he doesn't hear me.

No words come out of my mouth. With tears in my eyes, I look up and I see that he is one flight above.

He walks away- not even knowing I was there. He doesn't know I love him.
And now I realise that, no matter what, he will always be one flight up.

Steps will always separate us. And on those steps there will be freinds. Games. Other girls. And each time I try to climb those steps, I will fall back down again. And again. And again. I love you, boy of my dreams. But you don't.

So goodbye, boy of my dreams. Goodbye...

I'm taking the elevator.