Anonymous asked: What do you look like?

knowing you like me back is the most comforting thing. I’m glad you don’t want to do anything about it, turning it into a relationship, I mean. we aren’t ready for that. especially you. I’m just glad we’ve admitted the fact that we like each other.　

Have you ever been so nervous while waiting for someone’s response that you get a tightness in your chest and you feel like you can’t breathe because you’re afraid of what they’re going to say to you? It’s awful. It really is.

I’ll probably be up late again tonight because you. I sort of adore you being on my mind. you consume my thoughts. the ones　 before my mind settles and my eyes close. it’s like I’m caught in a cloud full of rain. I could easily escape, but I refuse. I like thinking of you. 

I want to be with you. To be held by you. To kiss you. I want to lay my head on your chest and listen to your heartbeat again. I’ve never felt more comfortable than I did that night. You’re irresistible, you know. I shouldn’t be so far in, but I can’t stop myself. I’ll continue to let myself fall because despite the fact that you could break me down like those of the past, you’re wonderful. You make me nervous and that’s sort of exciting. Please don’t let this end.　 

I absolutely adore giving back massages because it gives you a chance to explore someone’s body without being sexual. You see and feel every indent that you never knew about before. You learn what kind of touches make that person shiver, and what parts of their upper body are ticklish. I just love it, I don’t know.

I can’t seem to shake the thought of you from my mind. Throughout the day, I daydream about us, which doesn’t even exist. Someday though, I hope it will. Because I’ve already grown attached to you. I know that’s something you shouldn’t let happen so quickly and easily, but I couldn’t stop myself for falling in this far. Talking to you makes my entire day. I love hearing about all the good things and the bad that you have to say. When I see you, I get an indescribable feeling. I can’t exactly put my finger on it, but I enjoy it. The smile you flash at me at random times gives me chills. I can always feel you staring at me and I have to refrain from blushing  or I’m afraid you’ll stop. I can’t help but smirk when my friends remind me that you continue to stare. Maybe one day I’ll gather enough confidence to tell you these things. One day, maybe.