No really, I'm okay. I'm also a great liar.

i think even a teacher ships us (i wish you shipped us)

"I wanna sleep next to you, but that's all I wanna do right now.

And I wanna come home to you, but home is just a room full of my safest sounds"

have you ever looked at someone and just wanted a life with them?

her. i want a life with her.

Annabelle Lee-Davis's post makes my heart pang. Following the quote is a beautiful picture with raging colors. It's so incredible and heartwarming to see how much meeting "her" has affected Annabelle. She seems to know exactly what it's like for me to feel the way I feel.

I carry TALK ME DOWN with me the entire day. It keeps my energy up for walking towards the thought of a future with Annabelle. The song and the vision create a bubble of happiness around me, and I feel untouchable, like I'm in a dream.

And with Annabelle sitting so close to me, who's to say I'm not?

I feel as if it's painstakingly obvious whenever I look at her.

Everyone in my and Annabelle's class, including Professor Clark, smiles widely every time Annabelle and I look at each other, like they know something we don't.

Our stories are due next period. We're already finished, of course. I think it's incredible. Mainly because of Annabelle's part. So I print the pages at Professor Clark's printer, and walk back to my seat.

I take out a pen and scrawl my name at the top, then pass the papers over to Annabelle.

There's not another Annabelle in this class, so Professor Clark hasn't needed to say her last name. She hasn't found it necessary to tell me, and I haven't found it necessary to ask. Writing is the only class I have with her.

She takes her pen and writes something next to what I wrote, then passes the papers back to me.

I look at it as I walk across the room under pretense of stapling them together and decipher her messy, elegant handwriting.

Annabelle Lev-Damore

It's kind of funny, actually -- my world doesn't come crashing down at my feet like I thought it would. Sure, it would have been wonderful to know that my favorite blogger is just as amazing in real life, but I'm so in love with Annabelle by this point it doesn't make a dent in my adoration.

So the minute Jenna and Jacob walk in the door of our dorm room, I blurt it out.

"I'm in love with her." She walks right back out, leading Jacob by the hand. I worry that I said something wrong. Then she kicks the door back open a few minutes later and hands me a mug of hot chocolate, holding one for them to share, and they sit down across from me on my bed.

"Spill."

So I do. I tell Jenna and Jacob about Annabelle's eyes and Annabelle's smile and Annabelle, Annabelle, Annabelle. Even her name is magic.

When I'm finished, Jacob pulls my phone out from the pocket of my sweater and opens it. I don't have a passcode, so he easily accesses my text messages. I look over and see he's going through my chat with Annabelle.

"Okay," Jenna says. "We must meet this beautiful creature you have fallen for."