It's when the sleep hits that I start thinking about you. My thoughts drift to the way your hair flops right above your forehead, or the smile that you seclude only for those that deserve to have it. It could either be that, or the fact that I can tell how close you two are. Blonde and pale blue go well together. I don't know what to say if I didn't say otherwise. The glistening emotions that swim in your pools of deep curiosity swim over his silhouette every time he does something cute; or even when he does what you want him to do, which is look back at you. I'm just praying that I can have someone as special as how he is to you. That would make me the happiest person alive. Forgive me, for my aching self doesn't know how to express anything really.

J~