Him

Falling in love is one of the most beautiful things in life, but accepting it is more difficult. The fear of rejection is real (I've felt it). Now, about him.

I don't actually know him fully, but from what I do know, he's incredibly beautiful, charming, cute, adorable, and dashing (and every other adjective that can express how good he looks). In fact, I think he doesn't even realize how good-looking he is. Also, he looks very pretty in pink (I don't know if 'pretty' can be used for boys xD); he could be the one you'd use to describe how good pink looks on men. And his smile, it's therapy for me. I fell for him when I saw him smile (he doesn't even know that). He seems dominating but in a sweet way. He's mature enough to handle moods without even knowing what happened. And his voice, oh my God! He has a deep, calm voice; if he were to scream, people like me might cry. But if he tries to talk you out of something or have a conversation with someone, there's a big chance that the person might fall in love with him, like I did LOL. He could be a good singer, but he chose to be a normal human being. And he also doesn't even know how good his voice sounds. I think he's down to earth, that's why he doesn't accept my compliments. I could compliment his whole body; I want to appreciate every little thing God made in his body that he doesn't want to acknowledge. I mean, he should see how I stare at his pictures and the way I zoom in on them, my God, I could be his stalker xD. Yes, I'm fully attracted to him; calling it love can be a drag for me because I've never been into these things. Or better, I should say, my situation won't let me.

I could write 4000 words for him, but I can't even say four to him. Also, he's so understanding and good that he made me feel like I am a good person . He doesn't like filters; I live in filters. Sometimes I think... No, not sometimes, every time I talk to him or see him, I feel like he's so out of my league. Actually, it's true; he's out of my league. I feel like I'm at a concert with many girls around, and I'm in the last row; he doesn't even know I'm there. But somehow I end up in the front row, and he notices. I'm his biggest fan. Yes, I am.

If he has 100 fans, I am one of them. If he has 5 fans, I am one of them. If he has 1 fan, that's me, guys. If he has 0 fans, that means I'm dead. This is it.

There are cons, but compared to these, they're so minor I don't even want to write about them.

I wish I could manage to say just one line from here. If he knew these things about himself... If I could say them. That could be the end of this suffering.