If you looked up starstruck in the dictionary, it would be me looking at you. i know that’s hella cringy. and i hate myself for it. but you make me crumple inside you’re so beautiful and i want to be near you, make you laugh, go dancing in medows, sing at the top of our lungs. but it’ll never happen. so i’m sorry that i just watch you from a distance. i hope i’m not too creepy. i wish you liked me back