This is selfish, but I miss the way I felt around you. I miss you.

I want to hold your face gently in my hands. I want to look into your eyes and see if you can read them. Even if you can't I'll tell you: you are everything. Everything. I feel warm and whole with you. Stay. Please stay.

The first time we met our spirits reached out and touched each other. My heart recognized you before my eyes understood who you were.

The problem wasn’t finding you. The problem is forgetting you.

The problem isn’t your absence. The problem is that I’m waiting for you.

I never knew it was possible to constantly have someone on your mind like this, and to feel deep loving feelings like this.

I think my love has turned into some sort pleasant, frightening form of insanity.

This isn't a crush but an appreciation post for Chemistry Professor.

I applied for a huge internship and he was there for the interview and basically cheering me on the whole way. He knew that I didn't get the internship today when I was talking to him and knew I would find out today. Tonight, he sent me an email asking if I would like to join his summer research team and ask if I was okay after not getting the internship.

Bless the hearts of those who treat others kindly and who genuinely care.

I imagine that a lot of people fell for you the same way I did. You’re so charismatic and you don’t even know it. You just exist and I fall. Lord.

With the way we looked each other, there’s no way you haven’t thought about it. You know. I know. There’s something there.

I have been in love with you for so long, I don’t even know who I am anymore. I wish I had the courage to tell you. You’re one of the best people I’ve ever known.

I was drawn to you from the moment I met you.

Now it's been almost three years and I still can't find words that feel cathartic enough to satisfy the urge to write about you.

So I'll keep writing these blurbs, throwing things at the wall and hoping somethings sticks, and maybe one day my feelings for you won't leave me so restless.