My oh my. I’m shaking. What if something could actually be true? Real? Oh gosh, it can’t be. It’s me.
I love him, though. Oh gosh do I love him. He’s the sweetest thing in the entire world. I can’t stand this. I’d like to grow old with him. I haven’t felt this way in so long. I feel like the most perfect person when he talks to me. I can see us together which I’ve never been able to do with anyone else, ever. I feel weightless.
I’m always so starstruck. Like they’re a famous movie star and really exist and I’m making it all up in my head. But this isn’t think anything I’ve ever had. We have a spot, we talk all the time in the phone, it’s… real. I don’t exactly know how to handle it, and it’s all happening so fast. But I’m trying desperately to keep up.
“You make me fall for you. Over and over again.”
“I already fell! Noob. <3″
“Beat me to it, huh? Well I fell multiple times. You make me love clumsy.”
You are so fucking sexy. And darling, I never say those words. Ever. Usually, sexual jokes make me vomit. But I freak out whenever you make one. You’re changing me… Into someone…
…Who can have a boyfriend.
