i love the way you smile when you talk. i love the way your neck looks when your hair is over your shoulder. i love your passion. god, i love your eyes, i really do. they shine amber, you know? when they used to meet mine, i felt my stomach drop. i could hear my heartbeat. it was so good to see them again. bittersweet, but worth it.
i want to write about you, but i won't ever talk to you, will I? still, still, i'll think about your smile for a little while longer. do you mind? you don't know, you never could, you don't know me. you might not even remember my name. but you're in all of my bookshelves.
i want you to meet my dog.
(that's the best declaration of a crush i could think of).
love, a writer.