The other day you asked me who i liked. I was afraid you may be onto me, so i lied. I told you i liked a guy that i hadn't spoken to- or even seen in months. The truth is- i like her. Everything about her. Her lovely hazelnut brown hair, her smile that makes me feel like I'm basking underneath the sun. And those eyes. Oh those eyes. A beautiful blue that pulls me in. Not him. Sure he's got a lovely and upbeat personality, but it's not her. And i can't help but feel afraid. Sometimes it's as if she can read my mind and hear every one of my thoughts. I would never have thought that i would one day be in this position. I don't like him.
