How does he wears the same clothes every day, and I'm still not tired of it?

whenever I see him my love for him grows even more

!! THIS !!

i always forget how much he truly means to me until i've reached a low point. i really wish i could sit down with him for a half hour and talk about literally anything but he's been so busy that begging for that kind of time would just be selfish. as much as i hate to admit it, i really need him right now but i don't have any opportunities to have a raw conversation with him

the devil works hard but my romantic creativity works harder

i’d love to imagine that you think the same way i do during those prolonged times we’ve spent gazing into each other’s eyes

i hate how much my overall mood is dependent on how i interact with him that day

how the past two weeks are going

The pain of having your TC absent. Especially on a day where you are most excited to see them…

the mere thought of this spread an electric current towards my hand and what in the actual euphoric experience was that give me another one

Eye contact ain’t cutting it anymore I wanna feel his hand holding mine

How scandalous of me

i’m terrified of forgetting how your face looks

i yearn for someone to hear about my personal struggles; i yearn for someone to reassure me that the effort i am putting in is enough for me to reach my goals and remarkable for someone like me; i yearn for someone to ground me when i fall apart; i yearn for someone to be willing to hear and console me without any burden every time my condition improves or worsens or another obstacle emerges in my life; and that someone is Him. He's the one my brain places in this scenario. those reading this might say that the person i am yearning for is a therapist. and i am aware that i need to schedule an appointment with one. but in the meantime, and in between appointments, i need someone and that someone for me is Him. now more than ever i yearn for someone who offers me comfort with all the meanings the word carries. and He carries the word wherever he goes. my mind and heart have established Him as my safe space. and the fact that we haven't interacted in three months is upsetting me on an unberable level. with that i have come to the conclusion that without His stimulating classes and His affable personality my weeks have been rougher both for my adhd and my happiness. hopefully i will get to enter that safe space again.

this MUST happen between the two of us this semester. it's a mission.

“i read the book you recommended” is a love language.

I wonder if he ever thinks of me in his free time

I look for you everywhere; small gestures made by all kinds of people in the street remind me of you, by their similarity as much as by their differences,

Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice‎

I can’t stop thinking about him this is so frustrating

i crave to share this intimate phenomenon with Him now more than ever

will never get over how hot eye contact is…

god I love older men so much, I can never understand how boys my age are seen as appealing

i think of you when i think of my future and that makes me so damn happy