2:45 am

Because sometimes you meet

someone,

and you think

"Golly, they sure are swell".

And then I guess

you fall in love,

and maybe scrape a knee

or break an arm

or lose an eye.

Because sometimes you

fall really hard.

Like, from a ten-story building

sort of hard,

I mean.

You take that last little step over

the edge.

And then you're there.

Fawning over some person

that sure is swell.

In short,

I've fallen,

and I can't get up.

(Does this mean I need LifeAlert?)

Because when I see him

I sort of go,

"Oh. Hello there,

you're a fantastic

person."

Golly gee, you're swell.

He's silly,

he's thoughtful,

he's a lot of things

that make up this one

human being

that makes me

die a little every

time I see him.

A lot of things are

hopeless,

this one might be,

but how could I stop

loving him?

Regardless of the fact

that nothing may ever

happen between us,

I love him.

I want him to be happy.

I want to be friends

or something.

To talk and laugh

and maybe just

every once in a while

take a peek at his

ridiculously blue eyes.

(Seriously, who has eyes that blue?)

So it may be hopeless,

as some things are.

But, alas

I love you,

silly boy.

And I might love you

for as long as I can tell.

You make me very happy.