Monday

Sweet morning. Bitter awakening. Brought back from an awkward dream. Nothing makes sense. - Class. Fucking class. I see you. Everything seems like a dream. Am I still asleep? The bell rings. You walk away. It's no longer a dream. End of my day. - The rest is not worth telling. Same old shit.

"The first time I saw you, my heart fell. The second time I saw you, my heart fell. The third time, fourth time, fifth time, and every time since, my heart has fallen.

You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen. Your hair, your eyes, your lips, your body... the way you walk, smile, laugh... everything about you is beautiful.

When I see you the World stops. It stops and all that exists for me is you and my eyes staring at you. There's nothing else. No noise, no other people, no thoughts or worries, no yesterday, no tomorrow. The World just stops, and it is a beautiful place, and there is only you...

When you're gone, the World starts again, and I don't like it as much. I can live in it, but I don't like it. I just walk around in it and wait to see you again and wait for it to stop again. I love when it stops. It's the best loving thing I've ever known or felt, the best thing, and that, beautiful... is why I stare at you."

Nothing else to say,

C.