Am I actually having a conversation with you? If so, it’s making me really happy right now. It’s nice to talk to you again because deep down inside, I’ve missed you when I shouldn’t be. It’s nice to know that you remembered/thought of me.
That is something I do pretty often.
It makes me feel really good inside when I see an attractive boy or a boy that I’m interested in actually care about his education. If I see this person in the library or anywhere else, doing homework, studying or being productive, I just smile to myself and I get this warm feeling in my heart. It’s nice to know that this person has a goal in mind that will lead to successfulness in the future. I find this extremely attractive. If you’re already attractive, I will find you even more attractive. If that’s even possible.
I thought it was all a dream until I opened my eyes and found you laying right besides me. But even still, it’s hard to differentiate between dreaming, hoping, wanting, imagining and reality. Did it all really happen? It’s hard to remember. I remember hoping for this to happen or wanting for that to happen. I know it happened. I just don’t believe it because I was wishing on a little star for the night to go the way it did and it was nice. It was like I determined what happened because I wanted it so badly.. I was going crazy, thinking that I received a text exactly the way I would see it when I actually received it. We would be talking and I still wouldn’t believe it. You showed up at my door and my face lit up. I was extremely happy and giddy. I was surprised you were there and you actually came. We talked for a little but I don’t remember what we talked about. We were going to go on Netflix but watched The Walking Dead. We cuddled, kiss, etc. It was freaking hilarious because there was a fail. Haha. Omg. I remember things but I’m confused with reality and what I really wanted to happen. It’s bad. But it was good. I woke up this morning and you were there, snoring. Lol. You never snored before.. I believed we promise to confess something to each other each day, I don’t even know because that’s something I wanted to do. You’re the best person to sleep/cuddle with here, of x many. I’m going to miss you, a lot.