I start rubbing my eyes vigorously, I just can't believe that I'm touching HIS hand.
Is this a dream? If so, never wake me up. I would rather die than wake up.
I would die for Caleb, I would even kill for Caleb.
I love him soooo much.
As I'm staring at him, I try to save the image layed out in front of me into my mind. I never want to forget this moment. I will cherish this memory FOREVER. Caleb IS my life. His features are so beautiful. I love how his perfectly volumed afro glistens from the sunlight. I'm not sure if it's his sweat that's creating the shine or if it's his holyness. Either way, I love it.
It's not just his afro that shines it's also his skin. His skin is so greasy and gorgeous. All the pimples are intricately placed on his face giving him character.
I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him I love h-
"Are you ok?" My thoughts are interrupted by his deep, raspy and squeaky voice. It's so adorable.
"I....yes...eheheh....I'm alright, I like your face?"
His wrinkles on his forehead defined as he furrows his bushy thick eyebrows.
"Huh?"
"Uhhh....I have to go!!!"
And with that I start to run away from him.
I hate myself.
