there is this boy I admire with blue eyes I can analyze endlessly and his smile is described as a little source of my happiness
there is this boy I admire who's quietness makes him oddly attractive and also when he fiddles with his hair at times
there is this boy I admire whom in his eyes I don't exist and in his eyes he seeks for another and that other won't ever be me but as long as he's happy I'm okay (c.r)