Blehhhhhhh, I'm so normal about him... It's not like I daydream about him all day... It's not like I imagine him above me having me pinned down facing him... It's not like I imagine him leaning down pressing our bodies together as he kisses the fuck out of me. It's not like I imagine his arms around my bare waist and his scent as I'm pulled closer... it's not like I fell asleep wishing I was in his arms (little spoon for life!)... It's not that my body has a physical need for him and going without contact for too long makes my entire body get an "itch"... It's not like I want to spend every second of every day with him... it's not like even now I wish he were here... It's not like his presence light up me whole dayand nothing matters as long as he's there...
I wonder if I said it to him... Would he say it back? After all... Nobody else has...