I like you, you don't seem to have noticed.

I need to see you. Like right fucking now. The butterflies in my stomach keep driving me crazy. I just wanna hear your voice, and hear your goofy ass laugh. And I wanna know your mind and just talk with you. Just having you in the same room is enough. Why the fuck are you on parole? You're so lame!! This 9 o'clock curfew is just not doing it for me right now!!! I wanna be able to hang out with you more and do stuff together, like go out on little adventures this summer but I guess it's just not happening the way I'd like...I don't know if it's even worth pursuing anymore...

It's weird though because you came at me so fast, now you're all I think about, all I care to think about really. I just keep asking myself what all I thought about before you...Because now it's just all you. I wish I was already closer to you so that I can take a drive over to your house and just lay in your room and just hang out. Honestly, all of everything I'm talking about is nonsense, but it's okay because I could write about you forever and just be happy about it. I don't know, I just need you next to me.