He's blonde now.

You went crazy.

Talking about him and how pretty his new hair color was, keeping me up until 3 AM.

I would ask how the hell someone could talk about their boyfriend's hair color for that long, but I know how. Because they're in love with them.

That's why I didn't mind. Even though it hurt.

A lot.

But, how would you know that?

You don't know how badly I wish we could switch places.

To hold his hand even for a second would be a dream come true.

To make him laugh.

To make him smile.

To spam someone all night long just talking about his hair color.

I want that.

I want him.

I want to be you.