There's only one person on this entire planet that I want to lay on the curb and watch the stars with.
Too bad you're asleep.

I wish there was some way for me to say how much last night meant to me. How much I want to cry when I think about it, only because I haven't ever been that happy before.

We had to write poems for AP Lit last week. I wrote mine about him. I hadn't seen him in so long, that I wasn't sure if I was exaggerating things or not. I wasn't.

"But what you can't understand
Is when you smile at me
My whole world explodes for you."

Almost three years.
And he knows me. He feels comfortable talking to me.
Not about big stuff. But we're excellent on the small talk.
I love him. I really think I do.

And people will fight me on that until the day I die.
And hopefully soon, I'll realize that it isn't true.

He has the most beautiful eyes on the planet.
And the most amazing smile.
And the kind of voice that I could listen to for hours.


And I know that if anything ever happened between us, my life would be on the fast track downhill. I told Laura Craddock that if I ever started dating him, to give me a week or so, but then to try to talk me out of it.
But I honestly don't think I'd listen to her.

I want this so bad.