And the pen flew off the page....

No...
Really?
Could it possibly happen?
Could you look at me and think the same thing that my brain has been screaming for months?
I can't even imagine...
But I want to...badly
Everything you do makes me fall harder
You're my object of perfection
My drug of choice
My sick obsession
I've never felt this way before
You smile and my heart melts
You laugh and my heart sings
You say my name and I can't help but....
smile :]
You've inspired something new in me
Something unexplainable
I want to tangle your fingers within mine
I want you to look at me and that butterfly feeling that I've become so used to
Could it possibly be true?