Truth is, I don’t know you. Not yet. But I think about you all the time. Maybe that’s dangerous allowing myself to make up a fantasy version of you. But it will do for now. There are so many things I wish I could say. Every time I see you, I want to tell you how beautiful I think you are. How your eyes capture me. When I hear your voice I think that’s what an angel must sound like. Your hair. Oh my gosh, your hair! It’s so soft and I love the way it’s thin and manly. It looks so soft and all I want to do is run my fingers through it over and over again. Through that incredibly gorgeous creamy blonde hair you have. I love the way you walk. Your shoulders hunched forward a little bit in that muscular manly way that is so hot. I wish I could see your face when you smile. I love how your eyebrows are slightly uneven. I wish I could hear you say my name. I wish I could hear you laugh. I wish I could hear you sing. I wish you would kiss me a thousand times. I wish you would whisper in my ear, telling me the sweetest things. I wish I could tell you everything. I wish I knew you.
Just A Crush
March 18, 2013