Who would I like to see right now? I’d like to see you. I’d like to see you and only you. And I’d like to sit on the top of a hill with some red bull, telling stories. And even though that’s not our thing, we could make it our thing. Because I want us to have something so badly. I don’t want to share you with anyone. And I guess that’s what liking someone does to you. And really, I don’t think I’ve ever really truly liked someone. Because since elementary school, whenever I “liked” someone it was because they were cute or funny. And sometimes, I’ve never even talked to the person. But you, I just. I can’t get enough of you. And I love talking to you. And I love being around you. And I don’t want you to look at anyone the way you look at me. And I want to hold your hand. And I want you to hold my hand. And I want you to offer me your jacket. And I want to discuss inappropriate things with you. Maybe that can be our thing. And I’m pretty sure this blog is going to end up being a whole lot about you. You. Look what you’ve done to me.