1. These days, I tear up at the slightest tinge of sadness in everything. I'd like to say you aren't the cause, but -- well, you are.


2. You have the prettiest hair. Once, I was able to muster the courage to finally tell you how much I liked it, and you replied with a "Thanks, it's new." Moments after, a common friend broke The News and I realized I was back to Stage Zero. So much for progress.


3. Your glances are nerve-wracking. Please stop. I'd rather you don't look at me at all. Every quick eye contact is a strong Mjölnir whack to the heart, and I absolutely cannot bear it.


4. Your face has superpowers. One moment, you have the sternest expression on; the other, you smile with your #1 Goofball smile, and I just think you make the world a better place.


5. Your face is stupid. Just wanted to get that out.


6. You make me feel stupid (in a stupendously stupefying way). Your flaws are so amazingly hidden (that is, if they did exist), I can only cry.


7. Your voice and your diction are perfect. I am envious. (Tip: Don't ever speak nor sing to me -- by all means, I will keep the conversation going so I would have to listen to you go on forever, never missing a syllable.)


8. I see you smile at her every remark, laugh each time she laughs, be wherever she has to be, and yet I don't hate her at all. That does not mean it never hurts, though. It always does. Sometimes, even, I prefer just getting a slap in the face instead. The focus, at least, would be the resulting physical pain, and a shifted focus would mean forgetting, even for a while. I'm desperate.


9. You (with no effort at all) make me like you, but, for some reason, it always seems impossible to make you like me. Sad.

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