I have a serious fucking crush on you that I have trouble concentrating on my daily activities because you keep popping into my thoughts. I wish I could break myself of this lonely curse of wanting you.
I'm sitting here, and instead of doing what I should, I'm imagining running my finger gently along your ear, tracing down the line of your jaw all the way down to your chin, sliding up to your lips, gently exploring your beautiful face.
As I lay here trying to drift off to sleep the image of your face occupies my thoughts. Your beauty is a curse upon my subconscious. Preventing me from dreaming by dreaming of you.
Every time I see a happy couple on tv, I immediately imagine it is you and I. Every embrace, every smile, each and every tender kiss and soft caress. Even the playful fights, and trivial scenes where they are just in a car together makes me think of you.
I remember you stopped the car and pointed at a shooting star and told me, “make a wish”. I wanted so desperately to tell you that I wished for you but I didn’t. I could see it in your eyes that you wished for me too.