boy crush

I see the boy in the hallway everyday. The boy with the midnight black hair and blue eyes. The boy with those brooding eyes. The boy with his big black headphones on his ears as he’s walking in the hallway. The boy walking with his group of friends laughing and smiling. I admire the boy I see in the hallway, although he doesn’t know me at all.
—  excerpt from a book I’ll never write #6
Him.

His hair.
His clothes.
His smell.
His eyes.
His jaw.
His posture.
His mysteriousness.
His quietness.
His loudness.
His competitiveness.
His loyalty.
His dreams.
His goals.
His hands.
His love.
His grasp.
His anger.
His tears.
His smile.
His laugh.
His jokes.
His walk.
His run.
His point of view.
His opinions.
His morals.
His weirdness.
His smartness.
His stubbornness.
His surprises.
His family.
His heart.
His soul.
Him.
Every aspect of him, I love.

so um

have you ever liked someone so much because of their personality that then SUDDENLY THEIR PHYSICAL APPEARANCE STARTS APPEALING TO YOU TOO AND YOU rEALIZE YOU’ RE ON A DOWNWAR D SPIRAL GOING DE EPER AND DEEPER INTO Y OUR CRUSH AND IT

LI TTERALLY

K I L L S Y O U ? ???