#(.&diary)

all i can think about is him --- his soft touch, his scent, the way his lips feel against my own. he’s always in my mind and it didn’t take him long to get there and now... even if he wanted out it would take centuries for his name to disappear from my mind, and even more so disappear from my heart. 

i see his face whenever i close my eyes, the outlines of his jaw, the perfect shape of his eyes. his hair so soft, and always so perfectly done up. his clothes smoothed out, and ready to be messed up.  

what has become of me? what is this feeling? i’ve been told it’s something much more than a crush, but will he even accept it? i’m merely a student.. who has yet to achieve any greatness in my own life --- i’m not girlfriend material. but i want to be. for him. i want to be his everything. 

fuck. 

i need him.