and suddenly- all the minor boys all the petty crushes vanished into thin air,
the only thing that mattered was him.
he is a lovely person with lovely hair and lovely thoughts-- he is the only one I do not feel scared of, one I could let see me cry and tell all my feelings every little thought I have and all of my truth, never a lie.
He is one who makes me warm he is one who makes me happy he is one who makes me feel like I may yet, be important.
I feel what he feels and I know how it hurts, I only wish I could make him happy make him never sad and the thought that he may on occasion feel like I do every day horrifies me and makes me weep, for he is a good soul who could do me no harm, a man the world has wronged, a truly lovely person who deserves no such pain.
I want to know what ails him, then cure it, even if he forgets my existence, I want him to be happy.