Him.

Only the second entry. But I can't wait any longer. He's on my mind 24/7. This is it. For me. What does he even know. I just can't stop thinking about him. His face is there, staring at me. His beautiful, gentle, kind face, with that slightly michievious grin. That little bit of quirkiness about him that sets him apart from anyone else in the room. In the building. In the world.

But what can I do about it. He's too old. Too popular. Too different. Too hot. Too talented. Too cheeky. Too amazing. He's there, constantly. I just want to talk about him forever, talk to him forever. What I wouldn't do...