MIchael Clifford is fucking perfection. This is not an exaggeration. You see, I am hopelessly and undeniably in love with this single human being. He occupies my mind every day and without him I'm lost. One minor detail. He doesn't exactly know that I exist.
I know what you're thinking "How can yo possibly be in love with someone you've never actually met?" or "Have you taken your medication lately?" The thing is that even though he may not know me, I know him. I know his smile, his laugh, and the exact shade of his eyes. I can tell you every color he's ever dyed his hair. Call me obsessed but I prefer the term fangirl.
Michael Gordon Clifford, you are my happiness whether you know it or not.
Author's Note:
Hello ^-^ So before we begin I'd like to set some things straight. This is my very first fanfiction and I'm feeling quite inspired at the moment. haha is anyone even gonna read this?? Eh anyways I hope you enjoy this and also that you don't murder me because this story sucks.
Yours Truly,
Yaz
