You know the way you love your favortie band or singer. The way you feel when you hear their voice? Well, I found my musical love, and he's gone far past that. How blue his eyes are make me sick to my stomach; I could only imagine me saying something to upset him, and looking at me with puppy dog eyes. It would literally rip my heart to shreds. The way he smiles when he sings on stage makes me imagine us laying in bed together, and him singing to me with a burning passion in his smile. I can imagine him Eskimo kissing me, feeling the crease down his nose rub against mine, making me giggle. His large hands, callused by years of guitar playing, holding mine as we walk together along the beach. Oh, and the way his lips touch the microphone, I could imagine him making the same movements with his lips, intertwining mine with his, holding me close to him like he holds his guitar. Sometimes even just looking at him makes me nauseous, because all I can think of is him. I feel like there is no need to breath because he is the only oxygen I need; like he's my drug, and I'm addicted. The sad thing is, he'll never know, and he'll never understand how he makes me feel.
