My Version:

The branches taping on my window keep me up tonight. I wonder how long I can take this. I'm in love with a girl and she has no ideal. I think that she doesn't want to know but still has a good ideal.

I see her in the hallways at my school and it's painful. The smile, the look, those eyes. It's so hard to take that I just can't sleep. I take my thoughts to the kitchen with me and there I sit in a chair just hoping to find a thread of truth in all this madness.

If you only knew her you would understand. The other day I laid on her chest. I felt her breath on my face and her hand on mine. Such a touch, so soft, too soft to be a simple hello.

After thinking for a few hours, hours that have passed like minutes, I head to bed. I lay my head down tonight thinking of tomorrow when I have to face her again.

My eyes close and I drift off.