Who am I to Him?

I wrote this because I've been feeling very sad lately. I wrote this in the past tense because I felt like it sounded better. The guy's name isn't actually Terry.

            All I ever wanted was for Terry to give me a chance. He stared at me every time I pass by him in the halls. He knew I was interested yet, he never said anything to me. I would go home and just drown myself in tears because I didn’t feel good enough for him. Terry was way out of my league. I could never impress him well enough. He had his eye on the blonde girl. He would always talk to her at lunch. I got to admit I was kind of jealous. I stood there frozen as I watched the two of them embrace in a hug. I knew in my mind that would never be me. Inside I felt so broken but I tried not to show it on the outside. What had just hit me? I knew he didn't care how I felt. After all, who am I to him? I'm just another name he will never know.