I want him to think that he's a cool person.
I want him to know that I think he's a cool person.
I want him to understand how I feel about him.
I want him to know how I feel about him.
I want him to see the way his eyes sparkle when he smiles.
I want him to look at me with the same admiration I give him.
I want him to think about me like I'm a million galaxies imploding at once.
I want him to kiss me.
I want him to kiss me?
I want him to build me a sanctuary in his mind.
I want him to know how good he looks in a flanel shirt.
I want him to think I look pretty in my own skin.
I want him to know that I like him even though he's a different person.
I want him to know that I like him even though I'm a different person.
I want him to love me. To love me.
I want him to think I'm crazy but in a good way.
I want him to know that I would realign the stars to spell out his name, and I would do this for him and his eyes only.
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The Romantics of a Silly Person
RomanceThis is probably my worst one yet. But I enjoy romance as much as the next guy (when I'm not throwing up after seeing my best friends gazing into each other's eyes). Like, I'm the first to be invested in a university love story or someone finally gr...
