I really, really like a boy. But he’s straight edge and I drink a lot, he’s shy and I’m loud, he lives in a different town.

He’s the most beautiful human being I’ve ever laid my eyes on, I would kiss him a million times over and then a million more if I could. He listens to exactly the same music as me, even bands I thought only I listened to, he likes the same movies as I do, and he doesn’t mind my Jersey Shore obsession.

His kisses are lovely, and he sends the best dirty texts I’ve ever received.

He knows I like him and for once in my life, I want this to go somewhere. I want him to be mine.