I’m constantly thinking about you and the idea of seeing you makes my stomach flip. I go out of my way to see you yet once I catch sight of you I turn the fuck around because you make me nervous…and clumsy. I avoid your eyes when we talk because I seem to always lose my train of thought and trip over my words when I look into them. I daydream about what my life would be like if you were in it. You said my name once and sent me to heaven, seriously. I lay in bed thinking about you wondering if I’ve ever crossed your mind. I guess I’ll just wait and see!