Hello. I Love You, Won't You Tell Me Your Name?

I'm trying so hard, for you.  I don't think you notice.  That's okay.  You don't even know about this blog, and that's fine, too.  I'd rather you didn't, actually.  Well, I suppose it depends.

You don't realise, though.  You don't realise how much I look up to you, how you inspire me, and how I aspire to be just like you.  You don't realise that I cry when I think things through for you, that I need things to be perfect, and that I love you - And that's the only way I can put it.  What will happen when we part ways?  It hurts to think you won't remember my name.  I'm scared I'll let you down, that you'll be yet another person I disappoint.  I want you to be proud of me, to say that I've improved greatly and that I have spirit and talent and control.  I don't want to be just another one that you'll forget.  I like to think we'd keep in touch, but hey.  Who am I kidding?  I /am/ just another one, and I probably will disappoint.