You know that feeling? That stupid, head-in-the-clouds, feeling of adoration? Yeah, well, I get that with you. I want to make fun of myself for it--and I probably would--if you didn't reciprocate it. But, for fuck's sake, you have no idea how happy I am that you do. You are so goddamn special. From the shape of your smile, to your mahogany eyes, to the way your laugh echoes throughout your body. Your name is etched into my head, your face burned into my eyes. You've got me. I'm absolutely hooked. I could see you day after day, for hours on end, and never tire of you. Congratulations, buddy boy, you've clouded this silly blonde's head--not to mention, corrupted my dreams. I wish I could write you a song, but I suppose the accelerated bump-bump-bump of my chest will have to do. Oh, and another thing (as if all of this isn't explanation enough of your affect on me), our second date, when we kissed for the first time... Wow. That night I asked Kyra if she'd ever had a kiss that made her toes curl.
And if you ever doubt what exactly I think of you, remember all of this. And remember it well.
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