I don't want to tell you because I'm afraid of losing you. What we have now is great and perhaps, maybe I feel like having more than great but I'm trying to refrain myself from being too greedy. It's nice now that we're talking and treating each other well. However, I know deep down inside, I really want to take a step further. Gosh, I just wish you really knew how I actually feel about you.

I still have butterflies in my guts even when we meet up for a short while just to pass things or make small talk. I still feel nervous about the way I look, because I want to look good and also myself when I'm in front of you. I might tend to go a little overboard at time but I can't help myself. My hormones tell me to dress well, speak well and act well when in your presence. (Just so you'd be impressed, hopefully.)

Goodness, I really hate puberty. I WANT TO HAVE YOUR BABIES, GET SERIOUS LIKE CRAZY! Stupid stupid stupid. Stop being foolish, Zakk. Stop.

The witty smile which blows me away.
But for that, I'll never stray.
Exchange glances and a common interest.
You ignite a little thirst.

Chao.