DARE

I really, really hate being in love. It doesn't happen to me often, but when it does it consumes me.

I think about nothing else. 

Just that fucking son of a bitch, and how fucking amazing he is and all the things i want to do together with him. 

About his amazing eyes, his incredible smile, his fucked up humor, and about how wonderful it would be to kiss him.

I am honest when i say that i have met nobody that i like as much as him.

I sound obsessed. And sadly, i think that's because I am.