Ever since I laid eyes on Arnold, with his ridiculous football-shaped head and that stupidly sweet smile of his, I knew he was the one for me. But of course, being Helga G. Pataki , I couldn't just come out and admit my feelings like a normal person. No, instead I had to hide behind a mask of sarcasm and insults, pretending like he meant nothing to me.
It's not easy being in love with someone who sees you as nothing more than a bully. Every time I call him "Football Head" or push him around, it's like another dagger in my heart because deep down inside, all I want is for him to see the real me - the vulnerable girl who secretly pines for him day in and day out.
But alas, life is never that simple. Arnold has no idea how much he means to me; how every little gesture from him sends my heart racing; how every kind word makes me melt into a puddle of goo. And yet here we are, stuck in this twisted game where I have to pretend not to care while secretly hoping he'll notice the truth hidden beneath all those layers of cynicism.
Sometimes when nobody's looking – especially when it’s dark outside –I allow myself some moments alone with my thoughts about Arnold: The Football Head Who Holds My Heart.The way his hair falls over his forehead just right... Those dreamy blue eyes that seem to look straight into your soul... His gentle nature that shines through despite everything...
In these moments of solitude,I find solace in writing poetry.Sometimes,it feels easier expressing myself through words rather than actions.In fact,I've written countless poems dedicated solely towards Arnold. Yet,no matter how many times i rehearse confessing what lies within,mere fear grips hold.I am afraid,and ashamed too,to open up.It may be due partly because i'm uncertain whether or not our friendship could withstand such revelations.But mainly,i dread rejection.Being rejected by someone whom you cherish deeply,could shatter even most resilient hearts.Mine included.And thus,the only option left,is maintaining status quo.Pretend each emotion felt,is unexistent.Hiding them away,in depths unknown.Neither upon paper,nor spoken aloud.Everything remains concealed.Like an enigma unsolved,yet yearning resolution desperately.Arnold doesn’t deserve such turmoil brewing within.Nevertheless,this facade must endure till then until courage finds its way home…
Despite all odds stacked against us,I can't help but wonder if there might still be hope for us.Perhaps one day,Ah! One fine day!,Arnold will finally realize depth sincerity concealed beneath tough exterior.Maybe then,a hint reciprocation shall surface between two souls yearning connection.Without doubts chiseling future ahead,boundless possibilities await.Who knows?,Maybe Love truly transcends barriers erected by skepticism disbelief.Once overcome,new beginnings arise,painting horizon anew.So let’s remain patient steadfast until fateful moment arrives…