Log 16,
We're currently in the eastern continent, just around the Hope and Adventure Loving Inn and I'm here with him as always. The only difference is that I'm writing.
He's sitting as he zones out, but he still looks pretty. His hands are dangling freely as it sways, his fingers are really pale but very very pretty.
I think he is the embodiment of ethereal itself. He is graceful, he is kind, his heart is gold and too good. God, everything he does makes my heart ache in an unexplainable way. It beats fast, almost as if it had run a marathon against time.
Something swells inside of me, looking at him-makes me, just somehow, happy.
Really, his hand that is dangling beside me is distracting. I wanna hold it in my hand and feel its warmth or coldness, either way, it still gives me lots of comfort.
He's unfairly attractive, I think I'm suing his parents and throw a fit to the world for making such a wonderful person and giving him such a horrible experience.
I really, really, wanna hold his hand. I-
I was going to reach out but he is back to his senses, he looked at me with enquiries. I sheepishly looked away from him and just resumed writing. I could still feel his stare bore deep.
It's doing it again. God, my heart is acting up. I don't think I can handle this-I really, really think that I can't survive this thing called crush.
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