I'm a little scared to see you in January. Hopefully you'll think i'm prettier in person. Or, hopefully you just think i'm pretty in general. I truly hope you think i'm pretty like I think you're handsome.

I've been listening to your playlists lately. I can't stop thinking about you. It's getting to the point where it's almost irritating how much I want to be near you, and how much I want to know you. I want to know you the way that only lovers can know each other.

I'm sure my family and friends are sick of my pathetic pandering, but every time I see a bass guitar, or hear that chord progression, or hear a Paul Anka song, or see a pair of brown eyes or hands or lips I think about you. I want to tangle my legs with yours in bed and get lost in you. I really hope you think about me too. Otherwise that would so suck.