I Love Him.

I love him. I know it's probably crazy, but I really do. There's just something about his eyes, the way they shine, how I occasionally catch them looking at me, how they perfectly convey his emotions, yet also seem to be able to completely confuse me. The way he pushes his hair out of his face, the same way I do. His confidence, his humor, his everything.

Sometimes, it's like, "Yeah. Oh my god! I think he might actually like me back!". Then other times it's more "Oh. Oh my god. There's nothing I want to do more than to crawl in a corner and never leave. He doesn't like me at all. I'm so stupid!"

It's quite hard, being in love. And no one understands either, how much I love him, how much I care for him. It's crap.