I'm sure we all know that horrible feeling. It is a monster of
many names - crush, angst, unrequited love. Of course,
eventually we all grow up, grow old, grow wise, and realize that
it's all silly; there are other fish in the sea, after all. But,
even if we know it, there's nothing that can shake those bitter
feelings of loneliness and longing from a teenager's mind.  It's
when you sit in your school's cafeteria, every day at lunch,
staring at that pretty girl, but constantly making sure that she
never knows that you are (after all, the way you avert your eyes
every time she looks at you hardly seems suspicious). It's
knowing that you could always go and strike up a conversation,
knowing that you could impress her with how sweet, and
sensitive, and caring and charming and compassionate and funny
you are. You can talk to her about all those mutual interests
you have - you like the same movies and the same music and you
could go to that Dave Matthews concert together, that'd be so
romantic wouldn't it?  But, a