yea, i like him. will he ever know? i hope not, but i hope so.
i love the way he smiles, laughs, cries.
he's beautiful. a small blue stone surrounded by black and gray. he is perfect.
i sometimes ask myself, 'why do we have this feeling, of hope and joy, excitement and secret, love? '
i wait for the phone, to ring and come up with his name. he would studder and i would settle him. he would ask that question that i've always wanted to hear.
i'm still waiting here, sitting by the phone. call, call, call...
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