You’re all I ever think about. Before bed in the morning when I see your name. I think about you for hours, and how much you entice me-reel me in. I love the way you talk, this adorable and funny way that I’ve never seen in anyone else. I love how you’re not LIKE anyone else. I can’t group you with anything or anyone-you’re not like anything you’re just YOU. One of a kind. And you are amazing. You’re breathtaking, seriously thinking of you my heart skips a beat. I’m mature enough to not say I think that there’s something there because I feel like it’s so platonic. It’s so platonic it hurts. But is it? You’ll say something and for a second my mind will wander just for a second though. All I could think about last night was you. I was high, really-this time I was high and I was pressed up against my friend. I was staring at the ceiling and each breath felt like my entire head was pulsing-this warm, safe feeling. And every though that entered my mind when I closed my eyes felt nostalgic-like I had thought of it every day of my life. And of course I thought of you and I so badly wanted to ask my friend next to me- Do you believe in love? I don’t know why that question but I just did. I wanted to talk about you. Every time I moved-shifted-I felt this sensation all over my body. Like a soft version of pins and needles. I wonder what it would be like to smoke with you. Let’s do it sometime, ok?

i wish u realized u were still in love w her before u came into my life n i fell in love w you.